And Then the Cat Puked

And Then the Cat Puked

When I got home after the Wal-Mart/Denny’s experience ~at 2 in the morning~ I found that Renberg*, our cat, had puked the ENTIRE ~half digested~ contents of his stomach directly on my spot in the bed. I know he did it on purpose, too, because he had already had his puke for the day. He had puked on the rug in the living room, and I had angrily told him he was wrong for not doing it on the hardwood floors instead.

Renberg just wanted me to know he didn’t appreciate my opinion. So I got to change the sheets in the middle of the night, and now I get to wash them. Again.

So, that was fun.

*Renberg is a horrible name for a cat, by the way. My husband named him after this hockey player years ago.

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I'm Taylor. This is my classroom. There used to be a "real" teacher behind this blog, but she nagged me all the time about not saying this and not saying that. ~all she ever did was type anyway, since my fingers are stuck together~ So I've taken over. Yes, I'm an imitation Barbie knock-off doll. What of it? Barbie's got nothing on me! Let me take you to school.