My dear departed Grey Kitty was the queen of hairballs. No sooner had she ejected one than another was in the works. My husband used to liken her digestion to a busy airport.
That’s an unfortunate but apt description of my endless pile of grading. No sooner have I ejected one set of papers … well, you get the idea. And by the way, dear students past and present: this analogy is all about me. It says nothing about the quality of my students’ work, which is generally pretty good.
But things could be worse …
Patron cat of Kittywampus (1985-2001)
Look at this one. Now whenever I clean up hairballs I think of this… lol.
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/10/06/funny-pictures-this-will-make-exclent-barfs/
See, the gourmet hairball artist doesn’t stop with hair and cat food; she mixes in some nice greenery as well. I was well trained to keep a supply of catgrass for Grey Kitty, so that even as an indoor kitty, she could produce hairballs of the highest quality.