throwing up and other fun

new things keep popping up all over my world.

the other day, for example, i casually strolled into one of my rooms and found, to my surprise, that a huge pile of boxes had just appeared there. i certainly didn't put them there, so i can only assume that one of the humans did. they smelled interesting and they were edible. but that's not the point. shouldn't i be consulted before things are just...just...put in my places!? sigh.

in other news, the white cat has finally, FINALLY proven himself to be somewhat useful. i have this delicate digestive system see, and it means that when i eat small bugs, or the humans' plants, or bits of food carelessly left on the ground, or cat food, or pretty much anything except for yogurt, that i sometimes have to resort to reverse peristalsis. it's an uncomfortable fact of my adorable little life. but the white cat, for all his lameness, does do one cool thing: he eats the regurgitated mess. this means that a) i don't have to waste my time trying to bury it with the unforgiving hardwood floor, and b) the humans don't ever see the mess so i don't get banned from more food. i may, MAY just have to halt my plans to have him removed.

-zoe