Today, my cat threw up what I thought was a hairball bigger than his own head. Gross enough by itself, but it turns out that it wasn't just a hairball. I was all worried because there was blood and lumpy things in there and I was wondering if a cat can actually puke its own guts out. That was before I became aware of the headless, half-eaten baby bunny in the yard.

We don't have enough paper towels to make that clean-up bearable. Yuck.

Fic of the Day: 30 Days of Night



I stepped on my own woolly socks in the dark last night and about scared myself silly. How pathetic is that? In my defense, I do live with cats that try to kill me by getting under my feet on the stairs and also like to leave dismembered baby bunnies for me to step on (see an earlier entry for that trauma), and I have been finding severed animal parts outside, but stepping barefooted into unexpected fuzziness shouldn't cause a "WUH-Auuuuugh!" in the middle of the night.

Then again, the neighbors deserve it for their midnight furniture rearranging.