(number of cats in house)x(number of rooms in house)x(number of hours cats are denied access to the bedroom where you are blissfully slumbering)
divided by
(number of cat food pellets left in food bowl that they’re willing to eat)
multiplied by
(level of feline agitation)
equals
amount of anxiety barf to which you will awaken in the morning
LOL! I wish you’d let me in on that formula before I woke up to the cat barf in my studio this morning! Well, at least I didn’t step in it. This time. Ew.
Stepping in it is the worst! Glad at least you didn’t have to suffer through that.
Oh this is absolutely HILARIOUS!!! So true, so true….
Stepping on cat puke composed of foul-smelling, semi-digested kibble must be one of the least enjoyable aspects of living with cats. BTW, my cats stopped this charming practice when I switched them to raw food.
Let’s hope they leave a few pellets in the food bowl. Otherwise, with zero in the denominator of your equation, you’ll have an infinite amount of cat vomit to contend with!
And this is yet more proof that math is evil.
I forgot to mention that we have a very sophisticated device for automatically detecting and eliminating cat vomit. It’s called The Dog.
Problem is that his vomit is ten times worse.
Hee. We have a similar device. His name is Tigger.
ewwwwwwwwwww! I am SO not ever getting a cat (even IF, Square Peg Guy, I have a dog that could..ewwww again…take care of cat vomit)…
I know, sometimes they are SO GROSS! I make them work extra hard at exhibiting their cuteness, to make up for it.