Friday, August 16, 2013

Friday Funnies – When Hairballs Attack!

Yak? What yak?
Warden Julia here. You all know how much I love my three cats, right? To the moon and back. But on the flip side, there are also a few rather…um…repugnant things that go hand in paw with having cats.

For me, hairballs are at the top of that short list. There is only one sound more disconcerting than a cat about to yak, and that sound is…drumroll please…a cat about to yak in the middle of the night.

If there’s anything more terrifying than being woken up from a sound sleep to the disconcerting gurgle of a cat in full yak mode, I don’t know what it is. It happened to me last night. It was dark, I was groggy but suddenly wide awake and I knew that I had less than a minute to jump out of bed and grab something – tissue, towel, piece of paper, anything I could get my hands on – to mitigate the impending indignity heaped upon the poor carpet.

Also, a minute is not nearly long enough for a sleepy brain to decide whether to just lie there and deal with the carnage in the morning, or jump up like the house is on fire. Most of the time I choose not to spring to action. I’m not proud of that, exactly, but I’m just not in peak form when startled awake at 2 a.m. And that pre-projectile minute goes by so fast!! Soon enough I know it’s already too late. Once the damage has been done, what’s the point of waking up to clean? Right?

In the morning, I thought I might have to search for the yak, but there it was in the middle of the bedroom floor – the ugliest, most humongous hairball I’d ever seen. It was the length of a full grown cat, I swear!

It wasn't my yak, I swear
I stepped around the hairball because I was still too sleepy to deal with that atrocious thing. Hairball cleanup before coffee?? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, by the time I’d fed the cats and puttered around the kitchen, I’d forgotten all about that THING in the bedroom. How that could actually happen is beyond me…but it did.

I forgot all about it. That is, until I sauntered into the bedroom on a mission, stepped in something squishy and felt something cold and slimy on the back on my leg!!

Yep, I not only stepped in the yak with my bare feet, but I crushed it with such force that it flew up into the air, hit my back leg and slid down it all the way to the floor.

Eww!! Eww!! Eww! I screamed to no one, because the only witness to this mortifying moment was three very disinterested felines. My life will never be the same, but my cats…they just sat there nonchalantly licking the last trace of breakfast from their furry little faces.

25 comments:

  1. Oh, the Mom is with you! But we only give about an 8 second warning before whatever we are throwing up comes up. If it is a straightforward hairball with a little colorless liquid, she is so lucky. Usually half digested cat food "gravy" along with the hairball. Fortunately Dad has taken on the responsibility of the cleanups. But the carpets have definitely suffered. We virtually NEVER throw up on the tile. It might splash.

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  2. The really bad one is when one of us is on the bed & starts yakking! Oy!

    Nice to be following you - come visit me if you haven't already done so!

    Purrz!
    Selina

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  3. Our Mommy feels your pain, Julia and so do we=hairballs suck!...You have such beautiful kitties, hope you all have a happy weekend!...kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki, Mommy Cat, Daddy Cat

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  4. total lee awesum job guys...if we hada way ta sends ewe cash monee aza a wards for kewlest late nite trik ever....ewe wood bee swimmin in looze 100's !!!! keep up de grate werk....and haza grate week oh end two ) !!~~

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  5. We honestly don't see what the fuss is about yak, just get a doggie, the will eat the yak. ~Socks & Scylla

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  6. Happily I don't do that very often. Only on very special occasions!!! ;)

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  7. We agree with Socks and Scylla!!

    The Florida Furkids

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  8. Those hairball toss ups are yukky but part of the life of a cat. It is gross to step in it unknowingly. We are with Selina, we hate the ones on the bed. That is gross. You all have a great week end.

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  9. Okay, I'm a cat and even I'M thinkin' EWWWWWWW!!!! MOUSES!

    Purrs,
    Nissy

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  10. Sometime everyone has a Big Yak Attack!!!

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  11. mom says: ewwwww :)

    we say: good job kitties!!

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  12. All we could do was giggle a little. Nothing like stepping in it. Momma has stepped in every liquid we make you can think of over the years. She is so used to us leaving her "things". She swears if she ever moves the new place will NOT have carpet! We have definitely wrecked the carpet in the house. OOPSIE

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  13. The mom hates when we have hairballs too...mostly because we usually do it on the carpet instead of the wood or tile floors which makes clean up that much harder.

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  14. Our hairballs match our carpet so it's really funny when Mom doesn't see them and squishes them. MOL!

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  15. We always aim for the rugs, too. The hardwood and tile are far too easy to clean off, and that takes all of the challenge out of it for the peeps.

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  16. Oh you may know I am Queen of Hork. I hork up everything and it's wet, runny and horrible. Carpet mostly, furniture next. Rarely the kitchen floor. Maybe two times.

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  17. Heh heh heh... well done, my friends. It's so fun putting them where you know a human will find them...

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  18. I am first long furred cat that Mom has had.... She doesn't like the hair balls especially on bed but she always checks to make sure I okay before she cleans up.

    Jade

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  19. * giggles helplessly *

    Oh my goodness!!!! No, I must not laugh......

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  20. Yep, Jan's been there, done that. That's what we're here for, to keep humans on their toes.

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  21. We are wicked. We laughed and laughed and laughed! My Human goes through that same o'dark o'clock debate with herself as your mom! Or she USED to because (drum roll!) I am a COMPLETELY SILENT horker of hairballs. Yes, it's TRUE! I don't make a sound! Heh heh.

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  22. I don't believe after looking at your photos that there are fur balls. Must be coming from somewhere else.

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  23. Ewww! We're more in the camp of jumping up as if we're on fire when we hear the telltale sounds of a kitty getting ready to yack! :)

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  24. We believe you Annabelle, it must have been one of the boys! (PS: Happy Belated Gotcha Day to you Annabelle and to you Rocky! We just caught up and read your Gotcha story and it was indeed a very sad one but we are so happy you ended up with the Mom you did, she is just fantastic and we are so happy that you ended up getting the love, care and home you both truly deserve.)

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  25. Hello! We're new catbloggers and we arrived at your blog for first time! It's so cute, (we have to improve our english) We are from Barcelona. So beautifull photos, we follow you:) That's Xeti (my black cat) blog:)
    rinrinflu.blogspot.com

    Muchos besitos and becarefull with the sun :)

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