On Many Subjects

Most of you know I have two cats, Evelyn and Tiki. I don't know the real reason behind it, but both of them decided to cough up hairballs at the same time. Of course, the hairball never comes right up. It requires two or three bouts of false alarms before the task is actually accomplished. From a human point of view, hearing that much retching in the middle of the night is almost too much to bare.

Well, when I awoke to a beautiful Saturday morning, I had to prance to the bathroom because of all the little presents left on the floor by the two cats. THEN, I cleaned up the mess on the floor which is one of the many joys of cat ownership (she types with sarcasm).

Which is not funny, at all. What is funny is my brother.

Bro: What's up with the cats?
Me: I don't know. Maybe it's something they ate.
B: I think they had a party and got commode-hugging drunk... only without the commode.

Later that same day, after, I complained about my tummy aching, likely because of the medication I am taking:

Bro: It is probably from second-hand hairballs.