Wednesday, March 31, 2010I'm usually not squeamish when it comes to disgusting things, but that cat puke was nasty, and I felt myself getting sick to my stomach. What can this cat puke mean?
At home in Jersey; dad brought home these odd cow/deer/dog looking things (they were cute, with fuzzy muzzles). First they slept next to all of us in bed, but I was afraid they might attack me so I got up. We let them go outside to do their business.
Next I had a dream that I was reenacting the film "World's Greatest Dad" (even though I only know the story from other sources; I've never seen it.) His kid had a Jew-fro and wrote with crayon all over the floor as he was a dunce. I was the teenage daughter who upon going into the bathroom to see if dad was still brushing his teeth, found my creative director from work doing a terrible impression of Robin Williams and a cow under the table. I walked in and we watched a cat spin around in a fan outside the window. It promptly puked chunks all over the floor, which I then had to clean up.
Labels: animals, childhood, puke, robin williams
