I have one good rug. It has been the favorite puke place for many, many cats. Fortunately, Fluff doesn't seem to like the master bedroom these days so it remains unpuked-upon by him, at least for now. Yesterday morning I came into the breakfast room to see what looked like a couple of on the table. Okay, so go grab some TP and the Nature's Miracle. But upon investigating, they turned out to be a 2-part furball! More Petromalt is in Fluff's immediate future.Betty had a milkshake spit this afternoon. It wasn't hair and it wasn't regurgitation. It didn't look like food. It was thick like a chocolate milkshake. I mean it may have been leftover food that couldn't get past a hairball that didn't come up. I went running for the first time in a few weeks. Just as I was walking through the door, Betty was giving her lunch a sniff and snub. As I'm taking my shoes off, I see her sitting there doing the lip lick thing. I know from Krista what that means and when a barf is imminent vs just a "are you hungry, thirsty, nauseous, or nervous?" Sure enough, she took a couple of steps and positioned herself over the area rug. No! Not there! I rushed over, picked her up, and put her back down about two feet away where she could spit on carpet that I can clean. The area rug is probably machine washable. But I just stuck it to the pad and so far it's been holding. Betty spit once on the carpet in the front room then took her second spit into the office. Both very Bissell-able spots. She returned later and swiped about 1/3 of lunch. By dinner she was hungry again and the plate is clean. I'm just waiting for one last result to come in from work so that maybe I can sign off with a win and a mostly accomplished "later list." Boom! PASSED! Time to slide down my dinosaur and drive my foot car the 20 steps into the kitchen. Cat, don't put me out tonight!
Wishing you and Ms. Betty the best CATurday PAWSible under the circumstances.