I heard the guttural sounds I know oh too well. The hairballs were on their way up and
out. I couldn’t do anything except
wait. When I had a dog, I could grab him
and throw him out the door before the groceries got tossed. There is no running and grabbing Cat Mojo
under any circumstances.
Sometimes the hair wraps itself tightly around a gut full of
dry cat food and expels itself in a tidy, undemonstrative tube. Not today.
I grabbed some paper towels and approached the deposit. Oh!
Good grief! If a hairball has no
hair in it, I guess it’s not a hairball.
It soaked through to my hand. I
gagged almost as much as I did when my daughter barfed strawberries to the
ceiling. I guess I should have waited
for it to cool.
Is there an article in a magazine somewhere that offers
“Seven Ways to Handle Hairballs”?
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