Meet LB. She’s our 15 year old mean ass kitty. We love her.
Every morning when I am perched upon the throne doing my morning business, LB comes prancing into the master bath and jumps up to the very corner of the bathroom counter. There she waits, staring at me until I make my way to her and give her a straight line of cat treats across the vanity.
But today….. today was just a little different.
As I sat there having a brief discussion about the sunny day ahead with our unusually silent kitty, she started heaving. LB is not normally a puker, but every so often, especially in the Spring when can be prone to hairballs, she is known to throw up.
I watched and begged her to not throw up on my lens case or makeup strewn across the counter. I felt almost desperate and frozen with fear and anticipation for my bathroom stuff.
She heaved and she spun, 1/4 turn (facing the sink), “that won’t be so bad” I thought.
Another heave, another 1/4 turn (argh! my contacts and glasses!).
Another heave, another 1/4 turn (sigh, the new bathroom rug, easy to clean up at least).
Another heave, a 1/4 turn and a step forward and she’s straddling my blush.
Our kitty LB, no puked right into the bathroom garbage can. Wiped her face and got back into position for her morning line.
Crisis averted.
SO how long does it take to teach a cat to puke into the garbage can? Apparently 15 years. 🙂
She super doesnt trust the concrete cat on the patio.
LOL!
Good old LB she is a gem!