I did not have a very good animal day yesterday. First of all, my one cat, Sidney, is sick. He's been sneezing for the last few days, so I call the vet to see if I should bring him in, or if it's just one of those "low-grade things":http://www.mauihumane.org/pam118.htm that will pass. The woman who answers the phone tells me that as long as he's eating and drinking, and any discharge from his eyes or nose is clear, it's really nothing to worry about.

After I get home from work, I want to make sure that Sidney eats. So I grab a handful of "treats":http://www.permutator-reviews.com/petco/cat-treats-catnip/cats/Whiskas-824607.html to give to him. Of course, the sound of crunching make the "other two":http://feralboy.com/chez/brunch/11_party_pooped.jpg come running, so I give each of them their own little handful so they won't muscle in to Sidney's food.

Now, I probably haven't talked about it here, but my cats are very playful. They love to wrestle with each other, and Sidney and Manson even like to play fetch. The two brothers decided to make up their own new game last night, called "Let's see how many times we can throw up in a 5 minute span." I'm assuming it was because of the treats, because they both were sick almost immediately. Poe starts heaving, and looses most of what he just ate. I just get done cleaning that up, and Manson does the same thing. Lather, rinse, repeat. Then Manson again. Then Manson _again_. At this point I'm convinced that all of my cats are going to be dead from either a Upper Resperatory Infection or choking on their own vomit, "John Bonham-style":http://drum_gods.tripod.com/drumgods/id10.html.

Finally, everyone settles down, and I go off to "the gym":http://www.theclimbingwall.com/ to climb and unwind. Coming back into my building, I see my next door neighbor. Nice guy. He's taking his dog, a large Doberman, out for a walk. We're in the lobby, and I go over and pet the dog, who usually strains at his leash like crazy whenever he sees new people. Very friendly. This time he stands almost completely still while I'm petting him, and I was just about to say something about it when I feel something warm on my foot. Yup, the dog was pissing all over my feet (and of course I was wearing sandals... it was that kind of day yesterday).

"I, uh, guess he got a little excited there", I say. My neighbor apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry... he just gets worked up, etc." "No problem" I say, and I mean it. Just run in my apt., and rinse my feet off in the tub, including sandals. Of course, while rinsing off the feet, I realize that one of my darling cats had puked one more time on the bath mat. Luckily, this was the old bath mat, as I hadn't gotten around to putting in the "new ones":http://feralboy.com/log/archives/000489/ yet.

I wouldn't say it was as bad a day as "Squirrel Cop":http://www.thisamericanlife.org/pages/descriptions/98/115.html from "This American Life":http://www.thisamericanlife.org/, but it was close.

(Oh, and the worst part of the whole dog pee thing? When I left my apartment an hour later, the puddle of dog pee was still there. Boo, neighbor! Booo!!!)