But it seems that when it's time for you to do your barfing, kitties, you really only feel at home on the bed, or on one of the upholstered chairs, or--and this is the one that really gets me--smack dab in the middle of the throw pillow with the incredibly involved intarsia-knit cover that I was so proud of. (WAS.) To add insult to injury, you did that thing where you try to bury your mess, and clawed the knitted fabric up pretty badly all around the barf spot afterward.
You're cute, and I really do love you, but sometimes that's not enough. It's going to be a while before I forgive you for this.
(I was going to post a picture of the barf and barf-related damage, but thought better of it. Instead, here's a picture of you two. Now everyone Knows What You Did.)
6 comments:
Oh, no. Surely NOT the one with the beautiful brown eyes. Surely not!
You are not alone. I feel your pain. I consider myself lucky, I only have one barfer (is that a word!).
How are kitty claws on the faux leather? I'd like our next couch to be more cleanable, but I worry about it getting all perforated.
They look so innocent! (I'm lucky because right now, neither of mine are regular barfers, although one is a special-occasion barfer.)
Laura Sue, I'm *pretty* sure it was Totoro, the gray one, and not Kiki, the chubby tiger. They're both barfers, though--with that much hair, we can brush 'em vigorously every night and still leave them with plenty to puke up in the morning. They are 110% fluff.
Bad kitties! Cute, though. I hope they're out of the doghouse (cathouse? -- no, that's not right...) by now.
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