I woke up around 5 a.m. to the sound of one of the fur-children about to throw up. I looked all around trying to find who it was, and I just couldn't seem to find them. Then I felt something fall on my arm. I looked up. Tabitha was sitting in the rafters (the bigger cats like to escape from the room, get on the stairs and then climb into the rafters, and find a way back into the room), she was directly over MY side of the bed and when she threw up it just rolled right off the side and onto my arm. EW EW EW EW EW. Luckily, these things don't really bother me *that* much. Although I am going to wash the sheets and blankets today, just in case. Gotta love our kitties!
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8/16/07 at 4:33am