Last night I put a bit o' catnip out for the kitties.
At 2:47 a.m. Mojo came stumbling into our bedroom, jumped up on the bed - all 25 lbs of him and began his 'meowr' love song. He was purring, walking back and forth licking our noses and acting like the kitty version of those old Budweiser commercials where the drunk guy goes around hugging all his buddies saying, "I love you man!"
He finally laid down under the covers, stopped being such an annoying, drunken feline pest when all of a sudden....
huh-GACK
huh-GACK
huh-GACK
(that noise dogs and cats make right before they puke?)
Furry Husband launched Mojo off the bed.
I think Mojo barfed mid-air.
Dude. No more late night catnip. Mojo is cut off. Kitty can't hold his nip for crap.
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