We are so happy to have the Universal Bill of Rights for All Cats, especially the parts pertaining to horking. Our Mom absolutely took it in stride when she came upstairs last night, sat down on the bed and put her hand in a pile of horked up stinky goodness from dinner. She was a bit grossed out, but she just cleaned it up. We do have a saying at our house: “A day without throw-up is a day without cats.” You got that right, humans!
So after the cleanup, Mom came back to the bedroom, sat down on the bed and leaned back. S – U – R – P – R – I – S – E! She leaned right into a large stream of puke running down the pillow sham. She probably would have handled that with alacrity as well, but… Did you guess there was more? Yep, you betcha!
While leaning back into puke, she sat right down into some at the very same time. This deposit was made of what had been dry foodables and a big ole hairball the size of a cigar. The extreme amount of fur would suggest Giulietta had been the perpetrator, but Mom knows she wasn’t anywhere near the bedroom or bed.
And y’all know we ain’t talking. That’s the rule around here. We don’t “rat” on each other. We will say that Mom suspects Lisbeth. She is a prolific shedder of furs and exuberant bather. What do y’all think, innocent or quilty? She sure looks innocent (or is it ashamed) in this photo, but we’ve come to know that it’s the innocent-looking ones you have to keep your eye on.
Lisbeth’s been curled up asleep on her purple Christmas blanket from boyfriend Charles ever since Mom came upstairs. Just what one might expect from a kitty who just used so much energy relieving herself of all that fur and food. But as we said, if any of us does know the perpetrator, our lips are zipped.
If you missed our post with the Universal Bill of Rights for All Cats, you can click on it’s tab at the top of the page or the link in the first paragraph. You’ll be able to read about horking rights there.
That’s all folks! At least Mom hopes that’s all for tonight.
Misty May will be here tomorrow to share some Caturday Art with you.
Purrs and paw-pats, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth (innocent until proven guilty) and Calista Jo
Of course mostly here Minko is the big time horker/yakker…but Pipo can let one fly when we least expect it, MOL! Or should we say eeuuwww!
Past few days its been dog-guy…no kidding. At least that has stopped:)
We are pretty good, well, most of the time we miss the bed. We lay there too you know. Dad can pretty much tell who has horked by the hair within. Rumpy is kind of a light gray. He is VERY Loud with a RAAAGGGHHHHH you can hear from down the street. Toby and Buttons are a deep dark almost black. Buttons makes an odd sound like an alien cat. Buddy’s are always large to really HUGE! Believe it or not Einstein hardly sheds that floof of his so no horking. Me and Fitz are the same and hardly every do the deed. When I do bring one up I like to rock back and forth like 6 to 10 times picking up speed until HOOORRRK.
What a great topic. Nothing like a good hork!
HAH! Nicky never puked once; he always did it 3 times. I’m not a puker at all. Here’s a funny story that this reminded me of. When the peeps lived in the old house, They suddenly heard a scream come from upstairs and then George was in the hall screaming at his 6 cats “out out all of you.” TW being the curious sort axed him a few days later. Seems one of the cats shat in his bed and he sat in it.
Of my past cats, Sashi puked all the time, Tara had a stomach of steel (I can seriously count on one hand the number of times she barfed in the 6 years I had her) and Truffles lost a hairball 3-4 times a week. So far, so good with Mudpie! She’s only tossed her cookies a handful of times.
Mom says if she doesn’t actually see who barfed the big one…..nobody gets the blame. This Mr. Nobody sure gets in trouble a lot….glad he’s not my friend or I’d be up Nip Creek with out a toy most of the time.
Shoko
We have three little pukers in our house but Frankie is the worst. He eats his wet food too fast then pukes it up. I don’t mind cleaning it up nearly as much as I mind that expensive food going in the trash.
Horking is fundamental!
Maxwell: *raises paw* I did my part this morning to uphold the horking rights legislation!!
For us, the mom can usually tell which one of us horked. Orange hairball…Wally…black hairball…Ernie. And Zoey rarely horks. So we don’t have to worry about ratting each other out.
I really need to upchuck my ideas re upchucking! I always do it on the carpet! I am definitely going to start ringing the changes, it sounds like so much fun!!!
heh…heh…used to happen here a lot. All mine I must admit. But now that I am eating raw 90 percent of the time, it happens about once a month. But Mom L is ever on the look out cuz she hates stepping in it and even more, putting her hand on it. ICK!!
Hope you feel better!
Purrs xx
Athena and Marie
A day without throw-up is a day without cats… LOVE THAT! Do you mind if I quote you on that? Gonna make a plaque. Gonna make several. Hang ’em up in every room. MOUSES!
Purrs,
Seville.
Thanks for that saying! Now no one can complain about our barfs around here!
That is a lot of horking. I thought I had it bad when I got up to go to the bathroom during the night and Sammy horked on my side of the bed.
What a night ! We hope the guilty (single or not) feel(s) better. Purrs
Ellie woke Mom and Dad up at 4:30 this morning attempting to hork on their bed. Can you believe Mom pushed her off and onto the tile? Really Mom? In MID HORK?????
The Florida Furkids with super duper specials smoochies to Mau from Allie
Oh my goodness, sounds like quite a night! Hope Lisbeth (if that’s really the guilty party) feels better!
It’s good that all of you kitties stick together. With that loyalty, and of course with the Universal Bill of Rights for All Cats, you’re all safe from any form of guilt. Whew.
My honker is my tuxie TC! Ever since she was a little kitten, she has been our vomit comet! Usually, it’s undigested food because she gobbles it down. And it’s always either on the carpet or my side of the bed.
But she knows I can’t get mad at her because she is my love bug when she isn’t getting sick!
Well in my house there’s no doubt who the horker was so there’s no guessing there but Mom is always on the lookout for a pile SOMEWHERE because I am a hork-a-holic. That’s right – I admit it – I throw up a good deal but I have ALWAYS done that so nothing new. Anyway, we are all lucky that our Moms just clean it up and move on…..(to the next one).
Love, Sammy
Mom cleans up our ‘gifts’ but fusses about it at the same time. Especially when she gets up in the middle of the night to go to the potty and she steps in it with bare feet. She usually just gets up and doesn’t go back to bed. Then she’s grumpy the rest of the day. I can’t figure out why. Hmmm.
Mum hates it when a nameless cat leaves an indecent very wet amount of sick in the lounge doorway.
You should hear how much my human carries on when one of us leaves some innocent vomit somewhere – even if she doesn’t touch it! Binga got taken to the VET once because my human didn’t like how much she was throwing up! (Okay, she was worried about her, but still.) Sadly, my human always knows the culprit. I don’t know how she figures it out.
Today it wuz one of da pups dat did da horkin round here!