I was excited at first. I wouldnt mind a cat around the house; they can be cute, and cuddly and maybe even funny once in a while … but once the bundle of fluff was carried into my apartment I knew the experience would be a disappointment.

This manic depressive cat did nothing but lie on the carpet and lose chunks of fur.

Alright, so she did more than that: Mrs.Fluffy’s 22 hour naps were punctuated with regular barf sessions. To find the cat, you’d just have to follow the barfy trail she’d left behind…sort of like a hairy, slug.

Or, you’d just have to listen for the “urk, urk, urk, urk, urk…”

I knew who to blame, though….and it wasn’t the owner.

 Oh, no…It’s the media.

Thousands of pets are afflicted with bulimia, and who could blame them?

After seeing the sexy felines on Fancyfeast commercials and watching the self-righteous Pedigree pups strut around on screen, any pet is going to feel self conscious. Our pets are brought up believing they have to look like all the cartoons on TV or the stuffed animals that line the shelves at Pet-co.  

So they barf.

Damn media!