"Dance! got canned heat in my heels tonite, baby...."

Today I witnessed a phenomenon that defied all logic. It staggered me to the core and I may never be the same again.

My half-grown kitten, Squeak, loves to eat. Anything. She eats with such gusto that you kind of can tell that she was starved when she was a very little baby. Dylan left a half-eaten crescent roll on the table one day and Squeak took it, and whenever another cat was in the vicinity, she would growl and curl her body around the roll. The other cats tread a wide berth around her when food is involved.

Well, Squeak overate as usual today. Her little tummy was full and she had to purge some of it. I've dealt with cat barf hundreds of times and it had *never been like this....She not only puked, she puked while running in a panic!!! Her puke hit the floor, the couch, kitchen table, my bed, my ab-master (don't laugh!!)..this little kitten managed to spread kitten-chow puke all over my house. I spent the better half of the afternoon scrubbing and picking up pieces. Booger Fred helped out too; he likes to eat whatever the other cats regurgitate. I am stunned.
I nailed my N+ final today. It was a 4-week course and now I have to take the certification exam. WOOOOOOOP!
U2 concert next weekend ::::preen::::
Tara got picked for the school paper and Dylan is advancing up to the imtermediate karate class *tear*

The beautiful creature in the urban dress is Tara, recital time 2005. Isn't she lovely?