I was lying in bed this morning, you know, at the stage when you're half
awake, grimly aware that you can hear rain on the window and you're
desperately trying to snatch the last 5 minutes before another cheerful day
at work when...just to finish me off, I heard a feline puking. Oh great!
Might as well get up! So I armed myself with some kitchen towel and went in
pursuit of the mess.

Luckily it was on the bare boards of the hallway and therefore not a job for
carpet shampoo. Just some food (someone doesn't like the new variety I tried
them on last night?) and....what looks like fresh blood mixed in! I haven't
got my glasses on yet so I am panicking. Whats going on?

Glance round. Both of them are assaulting an unopened bag of kibble, which is
their way of "hinting" at what they would like for breakfast. They don't look
as if either of them has internal bleeding.

Glasses on, closer inspection of puke (The things we do for the furry master!)

Okay which one of you ate a small corner of a bright red Kit-Kat wrapper?!

(Dunzi probably- when she was a kitten she once ran off with a cigarette butt,
tried to eat a chunk of metal pan scourer, several small coins, a bootlace,
several other things that don't have a picture of a cat on them!)

I think they are trying to drive me mad! (What do you mean, you think they've
suceeded?!)

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs