Saturday, November 25, 2006

Murphy's Law

Since we have a fair amount of Irish blood coursing through our veins, the law of Murph seems to be especially potent here. In this case it means the following:

If a cat has to yack and starts out yacking in the middle of the living-room floor (for which you are extremely grateful) the cat will immediately get wind of this aura of gratitude and go pelting underneath the Christmas tree in order to empty the contents of its stomach onto the Christmas tree skirt.

On the other hand, the tree-skirt is probably easier to wash than the carpet, so maybe it's not Murphy's Law in this case.

Remember what Happy Bunny says. "When life hands you lemons, use them to squirt juice into the eyes of your enemies." ^_^

19 comments:

tshsmom said...

Our last dog LOVED to eat rocks, so she could yack them up, on our daughter's bed, in the middle of the night.
This resulted in teen-girl screaming for MOM to clean up the mess, while teen-girl gagged in the background. :(

See ya; I'm off to buy some lemons! ;)

jlmack said...

Or make gin and tonic. Yes, animal have a sixth sense about yacking. My dad had a sixth sense about when Hobbes was about to hoodle and would put him in the backyard to eat grass.
My roommates are suffering from Murphy's Law in regards to parties. Throw a party and the person you didn't invite will show up at 6:30 to hang out while the rest of the guests show up at 9:30. Gah. We've got a guy who just comes over and acts like he lives here. I'm definitely putting a stop to that.

C said...

TShsmom - HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! Isn't that so typical? ^_^ At least she didn't actually make another mess for you to clean up. Why rocks, I wonder? Maybe he was a turkey in a past life.

Make sure to aim the juice forward!!

Jaichan - Oh, or a Vesper! Hoodle? Is that some sort of Scottish corruption of "hurl?" I like it!

Oh ACK! about the party dude. How very, very awkward. :-P

Anonymous said...

Did you force feed apple pie to the cat? Force-feeding apple pie to a cat is a perilous thing to do.

Fun as it is for awhile, they can't handle the vitamins, C.

Although, unlike my brother, I didn't cut the cat's whiskers off and put her in the washing machine. Luckily, he was too young to start the cycle...

C said...

Vit C ^_^ No, mine was just hurling for no apparent reason. Sport maybe? Distance and volume? I bet the cats all got together and laid bets first. Hmmm, maybe that's why he was nosing around in the apples earlier. . .

Your poor cat. O_o Was it really your bro, or is that just what Simon says? ;)

~d said...

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v v



(fangs?)

I totally for got what I wanted to say.
HAHAHA

~d said...

OH!
I remember:

Murphy was also the one who made
the electrical cords so that one piece was slightly bigger than the other when you went to stick it in the outlet.
I should give you resources but I am a very busy and important person. I trust you will trust me.

C said...

HAHAHA!!! Rad fangs, Dude!

Oh, I HATE that he did that. It's so annoying. Especially when you're uside-down hanging over the edge of the bed with your arm wound through the bars of the headboard and it turns out you have it the WRONG STINKING WAY!!!

Anonymous said...

Isn't that fun? Bonnie baby was sticking her shovel into the potty chair full of poo when I got to her...ew! I feel your irritation and discomfort. What's that weird itch though?

C said...

Was she "scooping the poop"? Arrrrrgh! :)

OOh, that nasty itching. Pass the yoghurt!

Trundling Grunt said...

I'm sure you must no someone who would just love a yacking cat for Christmas. Might be an idea to wrap it and post it tomorrow.

C said...

Ack! Perish the thought! Not my sweet Jetty boy! Oh, were you fishing for a cat present? Sorry. He's taken. I love my pussy too much to ever let go.

Anonymous said...

Candace you are so gross (please DON'T pass the cottage cheese)! I like that about you. Nope. I caught her before she scooped it.

C said...

HAHAHA!! No tuna for you, then?

You beat her to it? You are the WOMAN!! Thank God for Mommy Radar!

egan said...

I love me a good feline Christmas tale which involves puking. I adore you.

Anonymous said...

Well, probably not tuna. Definitely not cottage cheese with my taco!

Thank you, thank you very much.

ooooooh, Egan adores you.

egan said...

Perhaps I adore you too Cindra.

C said...

I do my best, Egan :)

Cindra, that is spectacularly gross. You rock! I think Egan worships you.

Trundling Grunt said...

"I love my pussy too much to ever let go."

Oh dear. Oh dear....