The Travel Diva

Misty

While standing at the kitchen sink peeling vegetables for dinner, I gazed out of the window across our beautifully manicured lawn and considered Misty in quiet amusement. Misty, our oldest moggy, sat under the trampoline with the newest addition to our feline family -- four month old Minnie.

Minnie was watching Misty in wide-eyed admiration as he ate grass. She was clearly receiving a beginners’ guide to projectile vomiting as soon enough Minnie tried it, but her first attempt did not stay down nearly as long as Misty’s. This reminded me to do a quick fur-ball and grassy wet patch check around the house before our dinner guests arrived.

Misty often throws up in unusual places, including the kitchen counter tops, the hob (especially if something is cooking on it), under the dinner table, outside the bedroom door (however, he usually reserves that one for the middle of the night), on the stairs, and on the sofa. Once he caught me off guard by throwing up on the kitchen chair, the very chair I pull out and sit in when I come down to put the kettle on in the morning, still half asleep and semi-dressed. He has also been known to leave deposits inside shoes, handbags, slippers -- basically anything that looks like it may be a container, on one occasion even the biscuit tin got it!

Our dinner guests arrived and all was going well until Misty came skidding into the dining room and bulleted on through to the lounge where Pepper, another already highly strung moggy, was peacefully sleeping. Misty timed his arrival with the serving of my Quiche Lorraine and in one leap managed to deliver an Oscar winning performance and the grass he had eaten earlier, across Pepper’s head. This lead to a high speed chase around the house as Pepper fled in disgust, with Misty in hot pursuit, still retching over her.

My husband explained to our guests that Misty was sadly, a very misunderstood cat!

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posted by Cindy-Lou Dale @ Thursday, January 01, 2009