If it’s not one thing…

The cats must have been unhappy that I don’t have to slave over their shit box anymore since I put the silica stuff in so they came up with other ways to annoy me.  I go into the utility room and see a nasty mess by the food plates.  It looks like a cat, more than likely Buttons, swallowed the food whole and then almost immediately regurgitated it.  So I grumpily took the tray out to the garage and scraped off the barfed up food into the trash and put down fresh food.  So as I am getting ready to leave, I go back out into the utility room to get the needle for Buttons shot and I see more freshly vomited food at several spots, f’in cat.  So I decided to skip her shot altogether for today, it’s better than coming home to a convulsing, panting, blind cat tonight.

I think Ali is coming around to the idea of doing the fence ourselves.  I certainly will be very aware of her skepticism about my ability to make it look good.  As a result I will be extra sure to take my time and do it right. My pride would allow nothing less.