Why We Can’t Have Anything Nice

Simon just entered my office and started to hack while standing on my treadmill. The treadmill has been thrown up on multiple times so I pushed him off of it. He took it out to the hallway and spewed like a drunken college student.

So. Aren’t you glad you came here this morning to read that?

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2 Responses to Why We Can’t Have Anything Nice

  1. Liz says:

    That is probably the single thing I miss the least about having cats. They do urp quite a bit.

  2. Maria says:

    Poor kitty-boo! We have been very lucky with ours. Nothing yet!!!

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