The above picture is one of our living room windows with cat throw up on the sill and the window itself. I’ve kindly added an arrow to point out the bit on the window for you. You’re welcome. The hubs gave me permission to tell this story with picture as long as I promised not to tell y’all how long this has been there, so I can’t tell you that piece of information.
Anywho, cleaning up animal accidents is the hubs job, not mine. The morning B and I woke to find this, the hubs had already left for work so I unhappily gathered a ton of paper towels and wiped up what I could. It must have happened right after we fell asleep the night before, because what you see now was already dried that morning.
B cannot stand to hear certain words – vomit, spit, phlegm, etc. – and seeing such items is even worse! He wanted it cleaned up and he wanted it done before he awoke that morning. This conversation happened Saturday morning in the room that was the scene of the crime:
B: Can someone please clean the rest of that off the window sill, today?
The hubs: What are you going to do when you’re starving and there’s no food in the house?
B: I’ll go outside and eat the wood pulp from the tree!
Once the hubs knew his boy was resourceful enough to not need regurgitated cat food, he cleaned it up. Thankfully.