Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Stalling for time

I'm not sure if I'm ready for March, even though it's going to rudely burst through my door in about 25 minutes.

So instead, I'll ponder this age-old question:

Why does a cat wait until after it has been fed to throw up a fur ball and the entire contents of its stomach?

Anyone? Anyone?

5 comments:

Anam Cara said...

Don't know about the cat, but I feel the same way you do about the month of March. It is now the most dreaded time of year for me too. Sigh........ I hope you can find some tiny bit of comfort in knowing you aren't 'alone' this month. (((hugs)))

kate said...

The mysteries of life, eh?

Yep, March sucks.

Catherine said...

Cats are evil. :o)

Sarah said...

When you get an answer to that question, we can move on to figuring out why our cat feels the need to run around when she's puking... it's like she is trying to escape from it.

Sherry said...

Ah, yes - impeccable timing those felines have. One of mine once decided to make the foyer its barfing disposal area - just as the pizza delivery guy rang the doorbell and I had to open the door, revealing the seizure-like antics to the entire world. I've never seen that poor delivery guy since - he had probably never seen a hairball THAT big and is in fear for his life.

But, seriously, turning the calendar, revealing March, can't be an easy thing for you. The first thing I thought of this morning when I flipped the calendar at work was you and your precious Thomas. (((HUGS)))