Anyone care to venture a guess as to what it might mean when your favorite uber comfortable leopard-spotted shoes are vomitted upon not once, but twice, in the span of a single evening? And the culprit is not one, but both cats, working in tandem?
Hmmm - yes, I thought so too.
Annnnnnnnd in other news, I have removed the SLUG visage. I couldn't take it anymore. For those of you begging for more slug lovin', you're not getting it here at The Creamery, no matter how nicely you ask. I love you all, but we must have STANDARDS, people!
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Oh, no, sorry about your slippers!
I think the double shoe vomit must mean the same as a double couch vomit. My fun was courtesy of my roommate's cat... happening on my white couch during the night, giving it plenty of time to soak in.
I miss the slugs.
At least you didn't find two slugs in your shoes spending some special time together.
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