December 11, 2016

Got'cha, Mom!

Just when she thought she was safe!  Got 'er again!

I have not had a big old liquid and plentiful horking session after breakfast since I started my probiotics.  Nope.  Not once.

However, today, after being served breakfast and just starting to eat it, mom started her two eggs in the pan...I might add they were only just finished and she was about to put them in the little salad plate when that dreaded horrible horking sounded loud and clear.  And of course, all ahead STOP in the kitchen as mom gathered the paper towels and the trash can lid to hold the sopping towels as she cleaned, and the cleaner.

She no sooner got a start on the really big wet sloppy one, liquidy (there has to be such a word...right?) and kibble plus a hairball of modest size--- BUT I started another hork in the computer room.  Wet, yellow, staining but smaller.  And another in the spare room as she strained to clean the computer room carpet.  Well, she had two months, just over, off from all that.



I'm Queen so I can do as I please.

33 comments:

  1. Hey Katie, it's supposed to be Hark the Herald Angels sing, not Hork the Herald Angels!

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    1. Brian! You got me AND Momma laughing!

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  2. Good one, Brian! Katie, I hope you give your Mom a bit of a respite after that session.

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  3. You have to make sure your mom stays in practice!

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  4. Well done on such an even spread, Katie!! Nice one!!

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  5. We feel sorry for your mommy but, as you know, we cats like to keep 'em off-balance. Two months is a good long time. Hope mommy's eggs didn't get too cold.

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  6. Hope you feel better getting all that out of your system, Katie!

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  7. wow, a three-fer all at once! You musta won a worlds' record for that or somthing, you think?

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  8. Sorry you had an upset tummy, I hope that doesn't start happening a lot. XO

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  9. Whoa Katie, when you do it up, you REALLY DO IT UP! You must have been saving that hairball for a long time. Guess that will teach mom to count her chickens before they have hatched!!!!

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  10. MOL at Brian's comment :)
    You have to keep them well trained Katie in case they forget how to clean up ;)
    MOL!
    Purrs Georgia,Julie and JJ

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  11. Well, that's too bad, Katie. We were hoping your horking days were over.

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  12. Oh, Katie, sorry about your tummy. Mom started me on Fortiflora per your recommendation and I sure do like the taste. We are familiar with those hork stages in different places, getting yellower and stainier as they go.
    Brian's comment was spot on!

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  13. Sorry to hear about the hork-stravaganza at your house, Katie. Gracie and Zoe had one here yesterday, too!

    Hugs to you and Mommy.

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  14. We're cats. We hork. They need to get used to it. I actually enjoy a nice upchuck once in awhile. Gets those pesky undigested furballs out, and clears the system. Good job. XOXOXO

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  15. Well Katie, you are right that you are Queen and horking happens when YOU say it should but horking is decidedly NOT FUN so I hope once you got that icky hair ball out of there you spent the rest of your day PEACEFULLY and hork-free?

    Love, Angel Sammy

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  16. My comment disappeared! Cyber-kidnapping! If this goes through, I will type it up again.... here goes nuthin'.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

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    1. Soooo.... as I was saying.... Yikes, KI. Your poor tummy. Plus your poor mommy! Her eggs were probably ice cold by the time she ate them. I hope that messy stuff is finished... for a few months, anyway...

      Love and licks,
      Cupcake

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  17. Mum didn't know whether to clean up the last time I horked or eat her brekkie - her brekkie lost!

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  18. Hairballs will do that, but it is best to get them out!

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  19. Poor sweetie pie! My sib, Boudicca, has the "travelin' barfs" (MomKatt says they are far less entertaining than the Travelin' Wilburys, whoever THEY are) as well. The pawrents just roll with the punches - and the paper towels. But glad the probiotics seem to be helping, my dear friend.

    Purrz!
    Selina

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  20. Katie, our humans know that sound so well. Mauricio and Lisbeth are champions at it, but Mom can tell which one it is when she hears it happening. The sounds may be different but the result the same. Hope you feel better now that you have relieved yourself. Way to keep your mom on her toes. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Angel Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

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  21. Oh wow, Katie san, you had a big horking session! I enjoyed your detailed report, hahaha. But I'm sorry your tummy got upset. I hope you are feeling better now. xoxo

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  22. That sounds gross, not your fault but still sounds gross did it turn your mum off her eggs would turn me off mine if I had eggs

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  23. Well, when you hork, you get serious about it! I hope you are feeling better now and have no more episodes. At least you gave Mom the practice in cleaning them up. :-)

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  24. Dearest Katie Isabella,
    That must have been awful, both for you and your Mom...
    Never have seen that done by our fur babies but I guess, you got longer hair?
    So sorry!
    Hugs,
    Mariette

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  25. Lexy is the horker around here. Hope your belly is feeling better now!

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  26. MOL at Brian's comment! I hope you are feeling better now, Katie.

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  27. Gotta keep the mom bean guessing Katie. Good job! We hopes your tummy is feeling better now.

    Sasha, Sami, & Saku

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  28. Oh, yuck, dears. I'm sorry to hear this. I am always glad to see any hair ball in the toxic waste area- it means there's nothing really wrong.
    xxoo
    Maggie, Mickey Mouser, and Rufus the Red

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