Puke and Kitties

Ah yes, how long have I waited to use that as a title for a post?

First, the Puke.

Take a look right here if you will (garnered from the always-awesome AT) and feast your eyes on what could be the most jaw-dropping story of the year so far.

No, it's not that Anna Nicole Smith died. Did we really need 90 minutes of non-stop coverage on CNN about how a boozy pill-popper left the earth? Do we really have a cult of personality to that extent?

Instead there were several adults who thought it was fun and/or funny to spin children around in a chair until they vomit.

Then, they slathered food on themselves. I really, really hope this food was not the said vomit that spewed from the children.

But that's not the kicker. No, not the food being tossed or the slathering. Hell, that's a bonus.

The kicker is that this wasn't the first time it's happened.

And my jaw drops. And I'm astonished. And I'm a little queasy, but I'll be okay.

All I gotta say is, if there isn't a law against being vomit-inducing gross while forcing your own spawn to vomit in a friggin restaurant, there probably should be.

Damn.

Now, the Kitties.

Ericka is obsessed with getting another cat. It's official, it's going to happen, hell or high water we'll have another little four legged creature in our home.

As you can imagine, I'm not thrilled at this possibility.

But it's Valentine's Day and I'm about as romantic as a pet rock, and if this sates her for another year, I guess that's what's going to happen.

But really, I wish I had just gotten some reservations at a nice restaurant (preferably one without the Vomitous People) and saved me a whole bunch of time and trouble.

Worse, it's not just a cat that she wants, it's a kitten. Oh yes, extremely small and cute, but also packed to the gills with claws and the ability to go into heat at virtually any moment.

Fingers crossed that this one will actually get spayed/neutered at some point in my lifetime.

There's a lot to be said for pets. Many people get a huge kick out of em. Me? I get a kick out of getting rid of them.

The days we got rid of the Bird That Wouldn't Stop Singing and the Cat That Stayed In Heat were some of the happiest of my life, I tell you.

I'm quietly preparing myself for the constant feline interruption about to take place in my home.

Wish me luck.

Every spark of friendship and love will die without a home
Hear the soldier groan all quiet and alone