I haven't ever blogged about Andy because he's not as blog-worthy as Pirtuk. He doesn't bounce himself off shower doors, fall down stairs, or take kitty Prozac. That's because Andy is pretty laid-back. He's a senior citizen (10, people! He's 10! That's like.. 1 times 10 plus 9... carry the two... divide by pi... 56! I have a 56-year-old neutered quadruped in my house!). I did at least submit his picture to Lolcats. See?
But, Andy does have one special talent. And a nickname to go along with said talent. He barfs more than any animal I have ever seen. And considering he's the first cat I've ever owned that has made it to senior citizen status? Then I suppose this whole feline nervous stomach/anorexia thing must be working for him.
My problem with
And Andy's food is this color:
Are you telling me we can put men and women on the top of a rocket and send them into space?!? We can bullet-proof a Caddy for the Prez?!? We can eradicate smallpox?!?
But we can't develop off-white cat food? Seriously?
And don't tell me to cover my floors in hardwoods. This house is loud enough with three screaming toddlers. I don't need the screams reverberating off hardwood floors. I need them to be absorbed by soft carpet.
Guess I'll be buying stock in Spot Shot. And contemplating brown carpet.
*Yeah. Cat barf. Because I am begging for some really weird search stats.