Why We Don't Have Nice Things: Chapter 2--Vomit Boogaloo

 












Middle of the night...awoke to the sound of "Hoark! Hoark! Hoark! SPLAT!". Our cat, Banjo (whom we affectionately refer to as "Binge-o") had binged on his food and purged this beautiful heart-shaped vomit for us. I can't even imagine how he fashioned it in this shape. You just have to laugh to keep from crying around here sometimes....