In keeping with the recent Olympic Games, held in Brazil, this past weekend saw a record established in a sporting event held at my apartment. All four of my cats threw up within a twenty-four hour period. I couldn’t be more pleased at their success.
I don’t believe any of their actions were indications of health problems. Each of their upsets was different, and can’t even be traced to a similar cause. This indicates the individuality of their sporting events, and how they approach them, in a disgusting sort of way.
Josie vomits the most. She also regurgitates the most. She has a very sensitive stomach, and some days, she will throw up all her food, though the next she will keep it down. Hard-food, soft-food, it doesn’t matter; some days, it all comes back up. Often, she will yodel before puking. This time, I didn’t even hear her, and found a neat little pile on the bedspread later on. I had to wash the bedding anyway.
Tucker was next. He too usually gives a warning; in his case, it is in the form of heaving. Not this Saturday. It was like a quick flip in a judo competition. It was done in a second. It was done on the sitting room rug. Like my Chubs, the chuck he upped was soft-food, but of a different brand, and at a different time of day. It was on the same rug, though.
Cammie surprised me. She rarely throws up. She sometimes chokes while gobbling her hard-food; I wish she would chew the kernels more carefully. This time, however, something disagreed with the princess’s stomach rather than her throat, and she left a mess on top of a bookcase. At least it was easier to clean than a rug. And hard-food was the culprit.
Finally, there was Renn. My big boy vomits least of all the four. Perhaps he didn’t want to be left out this day. His actions have to do almost exclusively with hairballs. He coughed one up, in keeping with his tradition. But his technique was spectacular. I was privileged to have witnessed it. It exploded out of him and hit the cats’ favourite Kick-a-roo dead-centre. A champion archer couldn’t have done better.
After washing, wiping, pouring, scrubbing - and laundering a bedraggled Kick-a-roo - the rest of the day was uneventful; my furry Olympians took their leisure. Everyone was fine after they, literally, got it out of their systems, but, unlike the human athletes in Rio de Janeiro, there was no partying; the beasts went to bed early. They didn’t even wait for the presentation of medals.
My cats like to do synchronized vomiting too :) Glad everyone is OK though. My Joanie is the worst, she will be on top of the cat pole and it goes all over from up there.ReplyDelete
Oh yes, and when it hits every platform as it descends...Delete
A gold-medal team event! As their "coach," you must be incredibly proud of them!ReplyDelete
BTW, I give myself a gold medal for continuing to eat my lunch while reading this. :-D (Actually, there wasn't anything gross in your post, not really. LOL.)
I think we cat-owners grow to be immune to the effects of such actions on our pets' part...Delete
didn't even wait for the medal ceremony?? sheesh.... :)ReplyDelete
Your post was so funny! I think you should forward it to the Olympic Committee. Maybe they could add a new game to the next Olympics. If they are not interested, I'm sure the Hallmark Channel would include it when they air the Kitten Olympics again. :-)ReplyDelete
I'm not sure how they would advertise this event...Delete
guys...ya shuld a stuck round coz we gived everee one ten outta ten....four gold medalz two eye have three catz pluz one = fourReplyDelete
therz a lot oh math in this commint sew we will now join ewe in ...nap time !!!
conga ratz all ♥♥♥☺☺☺
I think if treats were given instead of medals, the beasts would show more interest.Delete
You have totally made the rest of my week with this presentation of your beasts' prowess!ReplyDelete
That's a shame about Josie having a sensitive stomach. Sorry she has to go through that - sorry you have to clean up all those piles! We have one long-hair who vomits a gigantic hair ball about once a month. I don't know how it can exist in her stomach or wherever it forms as it is so big.ReplyDelete
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It sounds like a gold medal performance from all of them. Flynn rarely throws up. When he does it is usually because he is not feeling so good and eats grass. I get plenty of warning from him because he gives a blood curdling yowl followed by almost a minute of heaving to bring it up from the depths. It gives me time to get paper towels to catch it as he reverses across the kitchen floor. He is a considerate boy and always tries to get to a hard surface rather than the carpet.ReplyDelete
Flynn has lways seemed to me a thoughtful fellow. I hope he continues to feel good.Delete
And they did it without performance enhancing drugs or vandalizing a store in the process ;)ReplyDelete
True; they are hardly able to call themselves modern athletes, in that case.Delete
four in one day, that is an event! I think that would have rattled me :)ReplyDelete
We're keeping an eye on you now.ReplyDelete
so glad you can laugh at itReplyDelete
Sounds like a gold medal for best cleaner and cat attendant should be awarded to you. Maybe your four won gold for best in team upchuck event?ReplyDelete
Holly has not yet thrown up her food but Jessie did frequently - usually on the carpet I brought back from Turkey.
Jessica obvious chose the best venues for her activities.Delete