I was ripping into my wet fuds and Mom knows when I do that, it's a 50-50 chance of seeing it again. She always starts with a teaspoonful. If I keep that down, she cautiously gives me a few more teaspoonful. Her eggs were done so she set the pan aside and gave me my extra teaspoons full..I tore into it (my fave flavor) and when she took her coffee and eggs into her breakfast place...HORK! And HORK.
She barely got them set down when the horking started-- trying desperately to get a scatter rug over to where I was in the act. Instead, I got to throw up on her hand! It got in the way, Kitties. She quickly tried to remove my ice-cream cone from the mark but it too got a horking and mom got some more on her hand. This was a first for me.
Eggs cooling...coffee doing the same; she headed to the kitchen double time and finessed her way around a black and white speed bump each time carefully placed in the middle of the junction of the hallway. Said speed bump was enjoying the view of her hurrying back and forth in her PJ's with filled up paper towels--- then rushing back to get more hork cleaned up and get started with the spray cleaner we use.
My morning entertainment. She said to mention if I would, that once she stopped feeding me the "sensitive skin and stomach" dry fuds...and started with older lady cat fuds..I stopped horking so much. BUT...importantly, 😻 I still do hork when I enjoy my fuds quickly, however cautiously she tries to serve it.
Wait till I hork on THESE!!