Right after she poured the coffee and stirred a few walnuts into the oatmeal, a major huge horking session started. I produced a really huge one on a throw rug. Good. No carpet cleaning to be done she said. (HA! Dream on Mom). Not to be outdone by myself however, I horked up another onto my most favorite kick stick EVER ...and the carpet too. You know how we are Kitties...we many times won't play with stuff we horked on no matter how clean. With her coffee and oatmeal rapidly cooling, I horked again in the hallway. As she was cleaning that up...I helped myself to another hork...right into my track ball and onto the carpet of course.
Mom finally brought her cooled oatmeal and coffee into the computer room where I am sitting like a vulture poised to strike again. (I didn't after all).
Mom says this is par for the course for me since I first came home. Then, it was daily and I blogged a lot about it. I have been letting 2 weeks go by with no horking in the 6 years since then. So, every 2 weeks or so I treat mom to a cold brekkie while I hork mine. Mom says she thinks I eat too much kibble in the night and having my wet foods in the morning touches the whole thing off.
She feels she knows the answer to this. I get ravenous if she takes up the dry kibble for the night, but changing things isn't that cut and dried. If I get ravenous, I eat too fast when I do get breakfast and here we go again.
Mom was going to help me tell you about my surprise for her yesterday morning when it was time for her to get up. My face was about 6 inches away from hers poised onto her pillow- facing her. When her eyes opened with my paw poking her mouth repeatedly, she saw my face flattened out on the pillow right at hers. My half mustache and gleaming eyes were about all that was visible in the dawning light. I CAN be charming when I'm not throwing up.
|Me last night with my favorite kick stick ever .|