And ANOTHER thing...

Right after I posted about Butters? I mean, RIGHT AFTER, I heard a horrible, terrible sound in the kitchen.

Sampson had gotten a hold of a piece of paper and was choking on it. I could see the paper on the floor but only the end of it in his mouth. I tried to get it out and he responded by scratching and biting and panicking. I ended up putting him in the baby CPR hold, whacking his back, and getting him to half-puke it out so I could stick my fingers down his throat and get it out.

I love cat ownership.

Thank God he's okay, freaked out and in my lap, but okay. Hell, I'm freaked out. Does anyone want to house-sit for me for about a week? I'll fly you out here, you take care of my damn cats, and I set up residence at a motel six or something. Any takers?

I need a drink, and lots and lots of Xanax. Probably not together, though.