Cat Yak: A Post Not for the Faint of Heart

Last night Pooky and I were eating some accumulated leftovers for our respective dinners. I went with the cheesy bites pizza from Pizza Hut and he was enjoying the teriyaki from our favorite teriyaki restaurant. Now, being I am a dedicated feline maintenance worker, Mr. Doo typically either lays on the table next to me or he perches himself like a vulture and looms over my meal plate. Last night was no exception. He was staring at my pizza and edging his nose onto my plate if I didn't keep up a high guard.

Finally, toward the end of eating I picked off a piece of the ham (he loves ham by the way—he will abdicate his little feline soul for ham) and gave it to him. I often will share little bits of my food with him because he patiently waits for it. He doesn't exactly steal my food but he is nonetheless a snark.

Everything was as it should be. Mr. Doo took his ham and ate it, then all of a sudden he made a "yak" sound (he seldom yaks) and up he threw the ham piece back onto my dinner plate along with a chunk of cat fur! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Mr. Doo seldom has furballs so I was both surprised by the regurgitation of one and his incredible aim of landing it right on my plate! Thankfully none of my food was on the plate!

I'm not the faint of heart type of person; with all of my bowel issues I've seen, smelled, and tasted some bodily fluids that most people don't have the 'pleasure' of knowing, but seeing that furball on my plate where food had been was enough. Dinner ended abruptly.

As for Mr. Doo. He was all right. He then joined us as we attempted to slaughter each other playing Scrabble using Scrabble dictionairies. There was no further incident of yaking.