Andy oftentimes sleeps on top of the washing machine, which is in my bathroom. For that reason, if I need to use the toilet in the night, I navigate in the dark, using only night lights to guide the way. Night lights work to a point. Last night, I stepped onto something wet and clammy right in the doorway of my bedroom, one place the night lights don’t cover.
When you have two cats, that can be one of three things, none of which you want to have attached to the bottom of your foot! Dougy was stretched out nearby because black cats always should be stretched out in dark places where you can’t see them, so I blame him for the offering: a nice juicy hairball!
Seriously, when the alternatives are considered, a hairball is the least objectionable thing to find in the dark with your bare foot.
I know. I’ve stepped in all three!
“Hi there, boy!” I said, leaning over to scritch Dougy’s head. He doesn’t barf hairball often. I do brush him regularly and feed him food meant to minimize hairballs. Still, they occasionally do come up, always on the carpet, and usually where I walk. Yep! Night time horrors.
Dougy is so sweet, though. He looks up at you with innocence written across his face.
“Oh, did I leave that where you walk?! So-o-o-rry!” Aw!
Dougy is my little buddy when I play on the computer, as you may know if you follow this blog. He’s been this way since kittenhood, when he’d sleep along my arm, his little paw draped over my wrist. The spot where he sleeps is what’s known in cat circles as “MINE!” He and Andy have had cat wars over that spot.
Though he’s much too big now for his favorite spot, which is where I rest my arm to use my mouse, he still sleeps there. I have to assert my claim to that space, but he is tenacious.
Dougy was true to his word: Hairball!