Furball

 Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
--Steven Wright

When God made cats, he did it with a great sense of humor.

Explanation maybe?

• First off for the past week, our cats have been the main source of drama and income devouring this past week . . . no, actually, since we bought them  . . . 
• Cat 1--Now known fondly as "Puke Pot"--pukes constantly for a week. So vet puts her on a healthy allergen food or something because the vet says she MIGHT have a food allergy.
• Puke Pot decides she absolutely ABHORS healthy food. You thought people diet food was bad? Normal cat food is bad, diet cat food is . . . well . . .it's bad. We'll leave it at that. 
• So Cat 2--fondly known as "Stink Pot"--has decided she LOVES this revolting diet stuff. No really, she goes crazy for it. But it's EXPENSIVE food meant for one kitty . . . and it affects Stink Pot in negative ways
• You see, Puke Pot has stopped puking but Stink Pot stinks more than ever. No really. The gas she had before, has quadrupled . . . often in my face . . . or, if not exactly, very nearby (she's my snuggle buddy) . . . enough for it to burn. BAD. And when she decides to use the litter box the entire apartment smells. BAD. She's a biological weapon of mass destruction. No, really.
• Oh, and Puke Pot left my first graders a gift. Oh, and let me know why she was probably puking. There was, I kid you not, the world's largest hairball, in several chunks, all over my stack of grammar and spelling tests. That I still have to grade. Yay me.

And yet, I cannot get enough of these insane furballs.

P.S. We really didn't name them Puke Pot and Stink Pot . . . we aren't that mean . . .