Since I know how much you all love them, I pass along this Bart-Story (about his cats) for you to enjoy on this Thursday afternoon:
P.K. spent the night out the other night. We lock Tyler in at night and if P.K. doesn't come home by the time we go to bed, he's out for the night. Unfortunately, this usually means that, the next morning when he comes home, he's starving. For those of you who may not know, P.K. has an eating disorder. He doesn't chew his food and will swallow about a pound of it before projectile vomitting all over the house.
Anyway, he comes in yesterday morning after spending the night out and proceeds to gorge himself on Chef's Blend catfood (the kind with the fish and chicken shapes) before Dana takes it away from him. Every morning when I turn on my shower, P.K. jumps up on top of the glass doors and sits there while I shower. He did this yesterday, and I knew he had eaten all that food, I figured he was going to barf on me, but I gave him the benefit of doubt hoping that he could hold it until I was done.
Meanwhile, Tyler jumps up on the toilet and sits there looking at P.K. wishing he could attack him. I can't say for certain that what happened next was intentional, but I believe it was. P.K. leans over (perched on top of the shower about 7 feet in the air) and pukes all over Tyler. Tyler sits there for about 15 seconds wondering what the hell just happened, and then runs off. I'm standing in my shower looking at the horrible mess now covering the majority of my bathroom, and snickering at the same time. It would have been much funnier if I didn't have to clean it up.