For a few days.
Not sure what's got me, but I never sleep on planes.
I slept on all three of them.
And in between them.
Then I came home to sleep some more.
I went to sleep at 8pm thinking, "Damn it's good to be home to my Fuzzy Family."
Until I woke up to Psycho Kitty leaving a gift of piss on the bed.
I actually woke up to it in the middle of the night, but was too busy sleeping to deal with it.
When I finally got my ass up, the only thing I wanted to do was spend a little more time with our toilet.
I gave the one in our hotel wayyyy too much attention.
I've gotta share the love.
While I was trapped on the throne, violently emptying my body of any nutrition I managed to eat while awake for short periods (ie: airport chips, Luna bars and pop), the cats decided to give me a welcome back scrap.
Nothing like being stuck on the shitter and not being able to do anything about the Tom Cat Operetta.
After meekly saying, "Papi? You wouldn't happen to be up would you?" and not getting a reply, I decided to laugh, wait out my stomach being my worst enemy, then go make myself some coffee.
I just got my wits about me when The Bastard Prince also had to give me more welcome back love.
All over my computer desk.
Great gobs of vomit. Good fucking morning. Welcome back. Fucking hell.
While cleaning it up, I never realized it was all over my sleeves as well.
That was of course until after I made myself some toast.
I don't know how much got in my peanut butter, because of course, it was the same colour.
I missed these little jerks for what seemed like an eternity, and I suppose they missed us too, and are showing their gratitude for us being home.
In the only way they know how.
The Golden was feeling nasty as well. He had the trots too. It's splendid to try to pick that stuff up when it won't stay firm.
What I can say is, I'm grateful for what a great job My Boifriend did of taking care of our li'l putos.
And he didn't relapse while we were gone!
And he didn't steal from us!
And he fed the animals with their respective foods in their dishes instead of tossing their food all over the ground allowing them to fend for themselves!
We did come home to the cats being a little more hefty than they were before, but now that I'm back, they'll be on the 'No Fat Cats' diet.
The Temptation Treat Days are over.
We don't need diabetic cats. We have enough to do.
Anyway, we are so happy that we finally made a good choice in our Fuzzy Family keeper.
We sent him home with Dominican coffee and hugs.
Thank you my dear, so so much.
I'm glad you only had to clean shit off the walls once.
i am a kind, caring and decent person