I haven’t yet introduced my three felines, who totally own this house.  Our oldest is a brown tabby with white, the “middle child” is a brown and red torbie, and the youngest is an orange tabby with white.  The first two are “the ladies” an, while providing us with much love, also provide us with relatively sane feline-antics. 

…..And then there is the orange one…..who regularly gets into interesting predicaments (jumping into paint, carrying plastic spoons around and the like).

I came home yesterday to a surprise…left by the orange one…a package of cheese that had been opened, spread upon the floor, and partially consumed (he stole it out of a lunchbox - long story).  Now, said orange feline is lactose-intolerant, but his love of cheese far surpasses whatever discomfort he may feel.  However, it does not surpass my discomfort at stepping in puked up cheese.  Yes, all over the house I found evidence of the cheese not quite settling into his stomach, as perhaps he’d hoped it would.  I also had to vacuum the remaining mound of cheese he hadn’t managed to consume (thankfully dairy runs through his system quickly, so he had probably only had a few bites before he was reintroduced to the cheese he’d eaten). 

Now the vacuum smells faintly of cheese (which I find rather unpleasant…and I fancy cheese as much as the feline)…but I think we’ve managed to find all evidence of his cheese-escapades.  Yes, that would be life with felines.