One Night Only (Probably Not, Though)

 In our last installment, I reported on the health and appetite status of the ever-lovely Siamese Kitten. 

I have an update!

Last night...well, early this morning. Well, 4:30 in the morning, not to put too fine a point on it. Four-thirty is like matinee time for cats, apparently.

Wake up and grab your popcorn.

This morning the Siamese Kitten, clearly having read my blog and wanting me to know that she's feeling much better, decided to put on a show. And what a show! Her performance had everything.

The zoomies!

The yowls!

The toilet paper unrolling!

The kicking of the litter!

The reprise of the zoomies!

The sofa clawing!

And the grand finale...the horking on the carpet!

It was a stirring performance. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if she'd broken out in a chorus of "Hello My Baby."

Maybe it's not the same without the top hat.

When she was done, she hopped up on my bed and treated me to an outro of purring. It was a tour de force , really.

So yeah, the Siamese Kitten is feeling OK now that she's back on her old food and eating with relish. I mean, not literally with relish. Don't feed your cat relish. That can't be good.

Pro tip: It's not good. (Relish, yuck.)

Here's the epilogue: In addition to kicking cat litter all over the place, she somehow got poop on the floor. I don't mean she kicked a little turd out of her box. I mean she somehow got a smear of poop on the floor. And before I cleaned it up, she had the unmitigated gall to walk up to it, sniff it, and look up at me as if to say, "This is disgusting. Take care of it."

And finally, the post-credits scene. When she horked? Turns out she deposited a nice little pile of semi-digested food exactly on a spot on the carpet that I had just cleaned the night before. 

And...scene.

P.S. I'm really tired. I hope the show goes on hiatus tonight.