My Little Princess Prissy Kitties

Recently I've been spending the nights in a tent. Early yesterday morning I heard my cats hair ball-ing. So I checked the time and it was 6:08 and I knew it wasn't too long until morning, so I waited and didn't clean it up. I thought, "Okay, Princess Prissy Kitty, I'm not coming out for you this early. No way am I ever doing that."

But then they kept throwing up for, like, 15 minutes. So I thought, "Okay, kitties, I'm unzipping my tent and coming out for you."

I get out and see both my cats staring at me with huge eyes. And I immediately start looking for hair balls, but I can only find one clear, liquid-y pile of throw up. I look at my cat and say, "I'm going to clean it up this time, but next time you'd better now wake me up."

I'm about to turn off the light, so I turn around one last time to check on them. And guess what?

They're chowing away on the poinsettia.

And for your information, 'Poinsettia' is just another word for 'pet poison.' See how they words kind of match?

Yeah. So my cats are poisoning themselves here. I swat them away and point and them and say, "No! No! No!" until they get all scared and run away.

So THEN I have to PICK up the poinsettia and MOVE it through a DOOR and put it THERE.

I am NOT happy at this moment.

Grawrll...

Kitties are SOOOO much trouble... but I still love them! :)