I´m a sucker for my pets, I just love them.
This is Amy, my persian cat. She´s 15 years old and not what you would call a “conventional” cat.
She comes to the door when we come home from work, she loves to cuddle, she follows us around, she seldom leaves the house and if so then only to sunbathe in the garden.
Unfortunately, she is getting on a bit and she has been ill recently to the point that I seriously considered having her put down. Why? Because she was not “on target” anymore when she went to the cat toilet 😦 She failed to enter it completely, thus peeing just outside of the toilet – hmpf.
She is very thin and at some point, a couple of months ago, she was a mere skeleton, not nice to look at and certainly not nice to touch. She took up doing her business in the cellar, everywhere, it was horrible. She´d also stopped wanting a cuddle or even being touched.
For whatever reason unknown to me, she got better, stopped using my cellar as a huge cat toilet(hurray) and took up sleeping in my bed again – yes, I know, not very practical, not to mention hygienic but hey, I love her and she´s shared my bed ever since she´d been a wee kitten (when I write share I actually mean me being pushed to the edge and her taking up most of the bed, it is amazing how long such a wee cat can stretch ;-))
Anyway, last night, after a night out with red vodka, I woke up at about 02:00 am because I heard Amy retching – you know, cats do sometimes.
I am pleased to announce that my reaction had not been hampered by the vodka – I grabbed her, literally flew out of bed and into the sanctuary of my tiled bathroom – anything but cat sick on the bed or carpet please.
After cleaning up the tiles (it wasn´t bad, more fluid stuff, you know) – I went back to the bedroom being really chuffed with myself thinking:
” boy am I good or what ” lol – only to approach my bed and find that she´d been “dripping sick” whilst being “airlifted” leaving a trail of …… all the way from top right hand side of my bed to bottom left hand side.
And the moral of the story?
Don´t ever teach your pets to get into your bed.
Don´t ever drink vodka prior to your cat feeling the urge to retch.
And don´t be fooled into praising yourself in the middle of the night when actually you have made matters far worse 😉
I am your average wife,mother,friend,employee....a bit lost in my world, a bit crazy at times but always good for a laugh - I think ;-)
crazybunny66 
Hahahaha aww, I don’t know who to feel worse for, you or the cat!!
Did you consider taking your cat to the vet? My sister deals with little “presents” in her bed when she’s neglected her cat or dog every once in a while, not pleasant!
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We took her to the vet a couple of times, turns out she is just getting very old and barmy, luckily she stopped doing her business in my cellar – had she not then I would have seriously considered sending her to heaven 😉
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