It Was A Good Thing, Really
In the middle of the night, a loud barking sound woke up the human, who instantly went looking for Banshee. When it turned out to be Angel, evidently having a hairball attack, she was initially relieved. Then, typically paranoid, she started to worry that Angel, too, might become asthmatic. When Angel stopped barking and seemed fine, she went back to bed. Come morning, she found the fresh hairball - found it, of course, in the worst possible way - but was glad all the same...
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How do they do that? How do they always know exactly where to deposit the hairball so that it will coincide precisely with the position of your bare foot several hours in the future?
922 cats and kittens say, modestly, It's a gift...
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