Every morning I get woken up by my cat at 5am. He meows outside my bedroom door, demanding to be let out of the house. And since it seems I’m the only family member who can’t sleep through it, I always end up getting out of my warm, comfy bed to let it out.
This happens every single day without fail. This morning, however, things took a new twist. As I staggered groggily downstairs to unlock the front door, my bare foot touched something cold, wet and slimy.
Anyway, cleaning cat vomit off the landing (and off my feet) at 5 o’clock in the morning is not what I imagined my life would be like.
I think God’s punishing me for something.
4th August 2003 at 11:28 am
Long time reader first time poster. I sense some irregularities in your postings here Rob…
July 26 2003
Cats make better pets than dogs
July 30 2003
Anyway, cleaning cat vomit off the landing (and off my feet) at 5 o’clock in the morning is not what I imagined my life would be like.
hmmmm…I fear the love of the feline has maybe slightly dimished.
:o)
Nick Ellis (remember me?)