Hairballs & Tuna

Last week, the little pee-dribbler, Banter was sniffling. She stayed up all night with him--cuddling and cooing--quite sickening really.

So she leaves and is gone all day. I was feeling horrible (probably caught whatever that stupid ferret had) and ended up puking all over my room.

She came home and I meowed and pleaded for her to come see. When she finally came and looked, she was mad! No sympathy! No "Poor Mashy!"

I was so excited because I was sure that she would feel bad and brush me or at least talk nicely to me for once. Life is so unfair.
~Mashed Potato~