No good can come from a statement that begins with “Uh…Mommy?” But alas, I heard it bright and early this morning.
It was followed by “There’s big log of kitty-cat throw-up on the patio floor”
To which I replied “lolololololololololololololololololol” That’s me laughing really hard.
I don’t know why I laughed so hard but it was hysterically funny. To be honest, finding a log of kitty-cat yack isn’t all that unusual around here in this palace o’ bodily fluids and other icky things but later we found an even more mysterious treat left by the kitty — a piece of fried chicken. Yes, a piece of fried chicken sat under one of the chairs on the patio. I had seen it but without my contacts in, I thought it was some other random piece of whatnot. I’ve yet to figure out why it was uneaten or where exactly it came from as we never eat fried chicken.