My mom loves me dearly and I AM a precious little girl after all. But this morning when I asked mom to get up, it was late enough, yes-but still winter so the house was pretty shrouded in dark gray..barely make out anything. Mom got up..opened the mini blinds from room to room and then, made her way down the hall to the living room whereupon she opened the BIG vertical blinds going across..turned on a lamp and proceeded into the dark kitchen. Kitties. Woofies. As she strode purposefully into the wooden floored kitchen, she skidded several feet on her right foot into a throw rug. She had stepped into a large pile of fluffy yak. Mostly kibble I would say. AND, there were three other smaller piles as well. SHE stepped into and slid in the largest there. Light came on...paper towels loosed from their spindle with the wooden knob on top..and clean up in aisle one commenced.
After that, Mom got my breakfast ready. My bowl of kibble was pretty full..go figure. I've been known to empty it at night. So, she gave me half a can of food. I was starved and ate rapidly. She waited..and gave me the other half. All is well. I seem to be the yak Queen. The first one after a week was scary as it was bomit and all watery. I had brought up ALL of my just eaten supper. This one while unpleasant to walk and skid into, was more of a normal thing we kittehs do sometimes although the amount was awe inspiring.