After I got done grumbling about the mess I grabbed the carpet cleaner and got to work. The aerosol can of cleaner felt like it had plenty in it, but when I pressed the button nothing came out. Grumbling some more, I walked back to the cabinet to get the liquid cleaner.
I used a napkin to scoop up the hairball solids, then squirted the stain with cleaner, daubed it in with a wet rag, then placed the rag on top while the cleaner worked. When I came back a couple of minutes later Pepper had made himself quite comfortable on the wetness:
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| The rag is wet? Doesn't bother me. |
Cats never confess when they do something wrong. They blame it on the dog.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Since there's no dog in the house, the least the cats could do is show a little integrity :-)
DeleteCats will be cats!
ReplyDelete*Sigh*. Yes, they will.
DeleteThat's so like a cat! And funny. At least you didn't torque a knee out, running for coffee, then slipping on a hairball. And I did that.
ReplyDeleteOW! That doesn't sound like fun at all.
DeleteOnly missed the kitchen tile by, oh, a yard or so. Nothing will induce my cat to rrrrrffffff in the kitchen, on the tile.
ReplyDeleteIf I'm at home when I hear the beginnings of the hawking I will chase the offending kitty until they move to a hard surface. I've even been known to pick them up and 'help' them get there.
DeleteWell it could have been the half dead quivering mouse mine left.
ReplyDeleteEwwwwww!
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