A Really Gross Story

Seriously, this is a gross story.

Really gross.

You should probably stop reading right now.

Really.

Stop.

Still there?

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

This morning started like any other day. The alarm went off. I rolled over to hug The Boy and convince myself to get up. Oliver stomped on us and cried for breakfast.

I got up and followed the kittehs downstairs and gave them breakfast. Then I headed to the bathroom.

From the other side of the door I heard a kitten exploding.

I stepped carefully out of the bathroom and stepped gingerly through the kitchen. I saw no vomit.

What I did see was that all of the breakfast had moved, like magic, to one of the food plates. The kittehs were happily chowing down.

I stood there for a moment. Blinking. Thinking.

The kittehs continued to eat.

I shrugged and went to the couch. The secrets in the sauce.

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5 responses to “A Really Gross Story

  1. Umm… yup. I rarely find kitty upchuck in my place because my very own Canine Cleaning Service usually beats me to it.

  2. Lol! “From the other side of the door I heard a kitten exploding.” Love it!

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