You know I love you, right? So why is it you chose to hork up that lovely hairball right where I step off my bed in the morning? Is that my punishment for my complaining online that you're too fat and lazy to clean your butt or punishment that we bathed your dirty butt the other night? I do hear tell that that the act of bathing a cat demands retaliation so I'm guessing I got what I deserved. I guess the plus side of the hair ball is that you must've been washing something, right?
