GENERAL

Generally I don't talk about myself. This is a blog about the cats. I got food poisoning from some bad liverwurst and having cats in the truck came in pretty handy. I started feeling lousy before I left the house and was sucking back saliva and had become quite devout by the time I went 30 miles. I had to  stop because I was to sick to continue. I laid down at a truck stop and started thinking my prayers were answered because my stomach settled down. About an hour or two later I awoke with my mouth filling with vomit. With only a second to react, I grabbed the only thing handy, the cat's litter box. Volley after volley I hurled. Feeling a little better I grabbed for some paper towel to wipe my face and as I did I looked right at the cat Oscar. She had been sleeping on the cabinet that is comparable to a night stand. It's in that cabinet/night stand that I keep the litter box. She was just sitting there looking at me. I just wanted to lay back and die! But as sick as I was I knew I couldn't leave it like that. So I got up and took her box to find a garbage can. Lucky for me there was one just several trucks away. Pored out, cleaned out, wiped out and refilled I passed out. This time however I put my garbage can next to the bed. I've had food poisoning several times and I wish it on no one. I spent a day and a half not being even able to drink a sip of water without loosing it. Oscar left me alone until I started to feel better, and then she was back to her pet me, hold me, feed me, play with me self. If it weren't for that cat box I would have been cleaning a lot more of a mess!