Rosewood Decorum

I really need to repot my tomatoes. It's to the point where they more resemble small trees with green bark than tomato plants, and I think my dad is annoyed because I have tomato trees and he has... jalapeno seedlings. My green thumb triumphs.

Bullwinkle has decided it's time to pee in my room again, in that same corner six inches from the litterbox. Yes, I know the obvious answer is to move the litterbox but then he just moves the peeing spot somewhere else. We're pretty sure that this is because the horrible dog keeps grabbing him and humping him, putting him under stress and making his arthritic back hurt. So we yell at the dog when we're around to see him do it, but... yeah. Work in progress.

As an aside, that "Tree of Life" film?

Trip-py.

Last night, my cat is feeling barfy and throws up on my sister's bed. Now, it was a small amount and easily cleaned up. The blanket is washable.

However, evidently my sister feels the need to inform me of the incident through the sentence ahead: "I AM GOING TO VOMIT ON YOUR CAT".

You read that correctly. "I AM GOING TO VOMIT ON YOUR CAT". Prior to this, I had absolutely no idea anything was wrong. After this, I still had no idea anything was wrong, I just had the information that my sister felt it necessary to regurgitate on my Shadow- which is not something that any cat would stick around for.

Therefore, I dismissed the statement. She proceeds to rant and scream about how I won't help her- it's kind of hard to help someone when you don't know what they want help with, no?- until I put my book down and get up, walk up to her room, and discover that she wants me to clean the vomit up for her. Uh- NO. It's not my blanket, it's not my problem, I don't have to clean anything. Her response is that it was my cat who vomited, I should have to clean it up.

If it had been her cat that vomited on my sheets, do you think we would have been having this discussion? No. We would not. And that, boys and girls, is what you call a 'double standard'.