I was cleaning up the remnants of cat barf when lo and behold, what do I find nestled in the upchuck? A three-inch-long piece of elastic from a pair of bathing suit bottoms, chewed and ingested by my dear sweet Gingerballs. I did not photograph said barf remnant, but instead chose to photograph what remains of the strings on the bathing suit so curious parties can compare and contrast and get an idea of just to what extent my cat will go to chew and swallow things that he should not.
Three inches.
(Also, I have a lazy eye. Why did no one tell me?!)
Um, because we were busy staring at your boobs?
Obviously.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, as I have no alluring boob freckle. Well, that most people are allowed to see.
Um, Darla ate and barfed up a sock. I win.
One time, my mom found a long blade of grass up the Siamese cat’s nose. Not sure if it was three inches, but it seemed damn long when she pulled it out.
I am laughing the most horrified-sounding laugh right now. It’s like something out of a fun house.
And for that, my colleagues thank you *all* very much.