Yucky puke

YUCKS.
Pops had a major projectile puking session a while ago.
All over his pillow.
EUW EUW EUW.
MAJOR EUW.

No, that's not Poppy and that's not my bathroom but i thought this pic looks so cute. Cat puking into toilet bowl.

Of course, the person responsible for cleaning refuses to do so, he's a moody cow this week, so no guess who has to clean up.
Had to throw the pillow case away.
And chuck the pillow into the washing machine.
All this at 3am. Cos i feel asleep and then woke up and realised the puke has not been cleaned up yet. So i ambled outside sleepily and did all that and now i am blogging cos i can't sleep back.
While i was chucking the pillow into the washing machine, i looked up and to my side.
Both fuzzies were sitting side by side about 4 feet away, looking at me.
Just staring.
Cats stare a lot.
Not only do strange guys and girls stare at me, friends stare at me, i get cats staring at me as well.
The brown cookie bear and the orange-vanilla pooky bear.
In fact, while i am typing this blog, the orange-vanilla pooky bear is STILL staring at me, from the recliner. That's where he sleeps everynight. On daddy's fav recliner. Haha.
Poppy has no pillow to sleep on tonight i guess.
But i think it's ok.
The fuzzy cloud is a walking pillow.
His fur has become so thick that it's probably a cushion by itself.
Ah. Pops.
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