Short Sketches: Pantaloons

Now post motherhood (both of the cat and human variety) my ears are fine-tuned to pick up strange noises. Noises that say “something is amiss.” So when I hear a squelching noise to my right, I can wake up from a dead sleep and be ready to spring into action.

Charms has had an upset stomach recently, vomiting on the daily, so in attempts to fix her vomiting we gave her more wet food, thinking it was her vet-prescribed kibble that’s the problem. “More wet food” turns out to have been the wrong choice. Classic backdoor blowout. As a cat of the medium to long-hair variety this heads into particularly dangerous territory. Sure enough, her luscious white fur is stained. We make eye contact.

She knows.

…And darts immediately to the safety underneath the coffee table. This is a game that has no winners.