I took some pictures of the ugly cat next door after I came home from work. He/she was just sitting there like a big bushy furball mess as I came out of my subteranean parking garage. I quickly ran inside, put down my workbag and grabbed my camera. I walked next door, got about 6 feet from the cat and snapped away. That's when I noticed his tongue was out. It was just there...stuck outside his chops, almost like it was a handicap.

I went back inside to my beautiful black cat and to eat my wonderful take-out dinner of two Tito's Tacos and chips with guacamole and salsa. Yum! I popped in a dvd rental of "Catch Me If You Can" and proceeded to eat dinner. About 15 minutes later, I heard Puma making that awful weird sound....that barfing sound. I looked over at him just as he hurled out some tanish goo and what looked like bits of thick egg noodle.

Yuck! I knew exactly what it was. Just last night I saw him playing with a piece of thick rubberband that was wrapped around these 2 cds my dad burned for me. I knew it snapped, but what I didn't realize was that he ended up eating it. Bad kitty. What is so tasty about a piece of rubberband? Does anyone else out there who has a cat that likes to it rubber?