Text message in response to Mamala, who asked how the kids were feeling (they were sick over the weekend):
M back at L’s house.
C better but home today.
J ate a hairball.
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is SBJ trying to tell us he needs more fiber?
so was the hairball a cat hairball, a human hairball, or other?
I read for cats to rub them down good with a dime sized amount of V-08(uh, make that V-05!!!) and that would help hairballs slide down easier…don’t worry unless he starts the yack-gag-yack motion ofa cat or unless he doesn’t poop for a long time.
Okay, so I have been looking over the site to find the comment about the thing being a bicycle because it had a 7 in it.
Please retell this one…I want to borrow it to tell my Bible study group. We hav begun study of Genesis, which took us into log discussion of caring for God’s earth. They will enjoy the story.
Actually they would enjoy having C, M, and J visit with us! Bring them down anytime. The little ladies would just lvoe it.
I don’t remember that story…! Give me some more details.
It was a cat hairball. I fished the wad of hair out of his mouth, but alas, he swallowed the other… stuff…
No cat here anymore, but this brought vividly to mind the time Kathleen looked down the bed and said, “Butchie is licking the bottom of your shoe.”
Let’s just say we live not only in NYC, but in a neighborhood with NO MORE DOG WASTE!! spray-painted on the sidewalk.
Something about an angel and a triangle and a 7 and a bicycle…
it was soemthing about an angel hving a 7 and being a bicycle