Bless the little dear, but she can be such a pain. See, Parker and I live down in the basement, and, not unwillingly, take care of my family's cats who pretty much reside down here too. There's Marcel, who is basically super cat/my feline boyfriend; he's an orange cat (aka "marmalade" mmm), who's affectionate but not insistent--loving without the pushiness some cats possess. There is also Cali, a gorgeous little calico; she's the "Little Girl" of the house and the princess in residence. Marcel, of course, is perfect and only brings us joy and amusement. Cali, on the other hand, can be a raging bitch. Of course, she's on the counter. Goddamnit. Cali has had, and will likely continue to have, problems with hairballs. That was the start of this trouble. Puking. Lots of puking. We dubbed her "The Puke-Monster" and would say she was "full of puke". She's had these hairball issues for a long while, years off ...
The wandering thoughts of a curious soul.