Cats.Today is the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi.
This should be enough information but do indulge me as I fill in a few details.
So I wouldn't forget this is their favorite celebration of the sanctoral cycle, the cats began their Feast Day of St. Francis by honking up hairballs. These were carefully splattered onto the carpeted floor outside my bedroom. I, being wise to the way cats celebrate, managed to avoid starting my day with the distinctive tactile sensation of hairballs squishing against bare feet.
Let me assure you that I was not singing any Franciscan canticles while I was blotting everything up with paper towels. Yes, paper towels. Adding poor stewardship of God's creation to the mix. I'll need to recuperate a bit before they get anything that looks like a formal blessing (see: Ironic Catholic for how to bless cats).
As for their special annual feast day meal of wet food, that's on hold too. I want to see if this morning's dry food stays down. Their throats.
(Itty Bit is the Great White Way, Thelma is the Striped One, and Louise the Calico is exempt from the gallery above because she's not the culprit.)
