Room 527, Laaaaate Saturday Night
John didn't thought there could be much worse than waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of his girlfriend the kitten having a hairball. He'd thought she was choking to death and then...ew.
What a sight.
It seemed all that fur cleaning she'd done after getting soaked in the fish tank Friday and the mop bucket Saturday had gotten to her. John managed to wake up enough to clean the floor and to coax her out from under the bed where the kitten hid, her wee tail not twitching for the first time in days.
John scooped her up off the floor and settled her on her side of the bed before flopping back onto his pillow and passing out mightily.
At least Jaina's hairball would be quickly forgotten come morning.
[Dun dun duuuuuun! NFB.]
What a sight.
It seemed all that fur cleaning she'd done after getting soaked in the fish tank Friday and the mop bucket Saturday had gotten to her. John managed to wake up enough to clean the floor and to coax her out from under the bed where the kitten hid, her wee tail not twitching for the first time in days.
John scooped her up off the floor and settled her on her side of the bed before flopping back onto his pillow and passing out mightily.
At least Jaina's hairball would be quickly forgotten come morning.
[Dun dun duuuuuun! NFB.]