Or so I thought. Today I came home from work to find 2 separate yak-splats with suspicious yellow and green debris that could only be my birthday flowers in a semi-solid state.
Now that the oversized bouquet has proven to be a close relative of ipecac, maybe it'll be saved from the gnawing death that many other plants have suffered in this apartment.
It didn't take long to forget about the puddles of cheery bile because the sauce brought me a surprise birthday cookie from Alons Bakery. What more could a peanut butter fiend ask for?
7 comments:
i can't believe you showed a picture of the cat spit-up. i totally gagged.
and - happy birthday. i don't care if you want to terminate the friendship, i still heart you.
Happy belated birthday!
happy birthday, JuJu! I also can't believe you showed a picture of cat puke. but if you can't do that on your birthday, when can you, right? :)
Happy birthday!
My cats do the same thing to flowers -- all flowers. And they do not learn from past experience.
Hey, happy day-late birthday! I knew it was in August because of your license place (Is that creepy? It's probably creepy, but it's because I care.), but didn't know when. So that's why it's a late birthday wish. This post made me LOL, as they say. The last post of yours still needs a comment from me, but I'm not really sure what that comment will be yet.
<3
still not over the cat puke...
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