I come home and feed the kitties some lovely, more-expensive-than-necessary tuna and shrimp flavored cat food. Bon appetit.
Five minutes later, Renton barfs his up right in the middle of the living room rug. Half the house has hardwood and he always shoots for the one spot of carpet. Now the living room has the aroma of warm tuna.
Thirty seconds after he does this, he marches back to his bowl for seconds! I’m just preparing to clean up his spatterings in the living room, and he’s friggin’ hungry again for the same thing that he just spewed up?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CREATURE?!
Last week I woke up at three in the morning to the sound of Harrison puking on our bedroom floor. As I was cleaning it up, he went into the dining room and started scooting his bowl around the floor to get me to fill it up again.