Argh.

[apocalypsos]

Why is it that every time my parents leave for the weekend, all six cats suddenly become mini-vomit launchers? And it's not like they spread it out over the two-day weekend. Oh, no ... as soon as my parents leave, I inevitably look at the nearest cat and says something along the lines of, "Well, it's just you and me, pal."

And that's when he hurls.

My ego can't take this kind of abuse, you know. 'Cause trust me, nothing makes you feel like going into the bathroom and doing a full-body exfoliate and a three-hour-long hair conditioning treatment like being the visual on-switch for a cat's gag reflex.

I think I'm going to go outside and get myself a tan to make myself feel better. You know, unless there's some sort of gag reflex on the sun that I could trigger by being out there. It probably involves a wall of flames that engulfs the planet and incinerates humankind, which would probably make it even more of a bitch to clean up than cat vomit.

Then again, considering the conversation I had with uberbitsch here, I say, bring it on! I <3 the apocalyptic end of humankind! Especially if it gets me laid!