Gag me with a spoon and then hand me the paper towel please

Monumental event in the household yesterday - da boys first hairball!

du du DUUUHHH!!!

It was delivered at around 5:30 pm, courtesy of Ripley.

And it was delivered directly onto the carpet, as required per Calgary cat bylaw. Being his first, he neglected to back up during the act of depositing so that he could drag the gift across said carpet. I'm sure he'll get good at that with practice.

So, I can add now these little gifts to the barf deposits of late - the barfs are mostly courtesy of Midge, the bulimic cat who eats his dry food so fast that he throws it up immediately. I am currently giving him minuscule amounts of it spaced out over a period of time. It's actually quite disgusting watching him eat that fast.

Sort of like me with a box of 6 Cinnabons. The large ones.

Tubular fugging bells

I took the bells off da boys' collars the other day. They were getting right on my last nerve. Especially when da boys were sitting around scratching. And Ripley is a pacer. That cat can't sit still for 5 minutes, especially when he's waiting for me to haul my ass downstairs to serve his royal breakfast.

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle...

*&%$@!!!

There is no worse sound at 7 am when you're trying to squeeze a few extra ZZZs in before getting up. Now they only have their dog tags to tinkle just a little bit. This I can live with. And my eye has lost it's twitch.

So now they can pounce on each other with more stealth than before. Which is one of my favorite pastimes - watching them rabbit kick the crap out of each other, biting each other's throats, etc. It's better than TV.

It's also one of the reasons I keep my camera at arm's reach ...to capture precious moments like these: