Sammy is a nice kitty

Me: "Ahhhhhhh man!"
Abi: "What's wrong mom?"
Me: "Sammy puked up a hairball on our bed again."
Abi: "Why?"
Me: "Because Sammy is a bad cat."
Abi: "Sammy is not a bad cat, Sammy is a nice kitty, Sammy say you're sorry."

This was the last straw for dear Sammy. She threw up twice on our bed this week, at least twice on our bed last week, once right next to my pillow, once inside our bed before I could make it (I had just changed the sheets the day before). Plus she threw up multiple times on the carpet, and I had a near miss stepping in a pile one morning. Not to mention the old dried up hairballs I cleaned up from under the bed last week. This all lead me to purchase an animal hair trimmer. From this point on you pretty much know the story will not end well. Lets just say we all survived and I think Sammy actually liked getting the attention but poor Sam does not look pretty. I will post a picture later, although I am a little embarrassed for her. I will work on her more tonight when Brad can help me hold her down but she still won't be a pretty cat again for some time. Sorry Sam, I feel a little bad since you are a nice kitty :)