Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

[winterbadger]

With way too many things to do tonight already before Neta comes home tomorrow, and knowing that I have to get up early tomorrow to get to work by 8 (two hours earlier than I have been for the last couple of months), I finish a couple of chores and head into the bedroom to strip the bed and take the sheets and other laundry down to the basement to wash.

And that's when I see the hairball. Right in the middle of the bed. In the sheets, which I hadn't bothered pulling the coverlet over because I was going to be washing them tonight.

Now, it's the beginning of summer, so we've been having a lot of these as the cats lose their cold-weather coats. So I set out to do what I should have been doing twice a day--dose them with Petromalt.

Only instead of protesting mildly and letting me does them, for once the cats decide they're going to run and hide and struggle and fight and run and hide and...Really not what I needed tonight.

So now, all four cats have been dosed. Despite the air conditioning, I'm pouring with sweat. One hand is heavily bruised and the skin torn off the back where I skinned it trying to grab a cat under a bed. The crotch seam in my trousers is ripped open from trying to catch a cat running between my legs.

And I still
have
to clean up
the hairball.

Anyone want four cats, mostly intact?

Comments

[zoefruitcake.livejournal.com]

poor you :0( Never heard of petromalt, but any dosing never ends well :0(

[pisica.livejournal.com]

Sorry, no, the one I have would beat them up all. The. Time.

But I promise to be stern at them when I come over. :)

Twice a day with Petromalt? Is that good for them? (I don't know; I haven't administered the stuff in years.)

[winterbadger]

Well, no, not really. But even 'every day that one of them has a hairball' would probably be good, and mostly we've been coming home exhausted, finding a hairball, cleaning it up, and collapsing into bed.