Powdered hairballs / Bolas de pelo en polvo

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The electrical surges through my left leg have eased up quite a bit, but my lower back is a major pain (still sciatica). Thankfully, sleeping is not a problem. Although changing my position is. And I often change my position. The sticky throat is much better. Not perfect, but it doesn’t keep me awake. I spent yesterday feeling sorry for myself. Woe is me, I have a sore back and a sticky throat. Oh, I didn’t mention my right knee has been paining me, too. Maybe I twisted it during one of the electrical shocks.

John Gray (click Going Gently) told a story yesterday of his cat, Albert, “leaving a vomit pile on the landing which I stood in, in bare feet.” A day later he said, “The cold sick is still sitting on the landing with my footprint inside it.” That reminded me of San Geraldo. Everything does.

When we had our B&B-style hotel in Palm Springs (2000–2003), I went to New York to visit The Kid Brother and My Mother The Dowager Duchess. When I arrived back at Palm Springs Airport five days later, SG told me Dobie (our hefty, long-haired cat who was constantly bringing up hairballs) had thrown up in the living room and SG couldn’t stomach cleaning it up, so he placed a paper towel over it until I got home. I returned to about a half dozen paper towels scattered around the living room. “How long have these all been here?” I asked. “The last was yesterday. The first one was the day you left,” SG replied. I said, “Well, they’re probably dried to powder by now.” I lifted the first paper towel and proved my theory correct. “You can just vacuum these up.” I’m grateful he doesn’t have the same problem with poop. He cleans the litter box every day.


Las descargas eléctricas a través de mi pierna izquierda se han aliviado un poco, pero mi espalda baja es un gran dolor (todavía ciática). Afortunadamente, dormir no es un problema. Aunque cambiar mi posición lo es. Y a menudo cambio mi posición. La garganta pegajosa es mucho mejor. No es perfecto, pero no me mantiene despierto. Pasé ayer sintiendo pena por mí mismo. Ay de mí, tengo dolor de espalda y garganta pegajosa. Oh, no mencioné que mi rodilla derecha también me ha estado doliendo. Tal vez lo torcí durante una de las descargas eléctricas.

John Gray (clic Going Gently) contó ayer una historia de su gato, Albert, “dejando un montón de vómito en el rellano en el que yo estaba descalzo”. Un día después dijo: “El enfermo de frío todavía está sentado en el rellano con mi huella dentro”. Eso me recordó a San Geraldo. Todo lo hace.

Cuando teníamos nuestro hotel estilo B&B en Palm Springs (2000–2003), fui a Nueva York a visitar El Hermanito y Mi Madre La Duquesa Viuda. Cuando regresé al aeropuerto de Palm Springs cinco días después, SG me dijo que Dobie (nuestro gato fornido de pelo largo que constantemente sacaba bolas de pelo) había vomitado en la sala de estar y SG no podía soportar limpiarlo, así que él simplemente coloqué una toalla de papel sobre él hasta que llegué a casa. Volví a una media docena de toallas de papel esparcidas por la sala de estar. “¿Cuánto tiempo han estado todos estos aquí?” Yo pregunté. “La última fue ayer. Los primeros fueron el día que te fuiste”, respondió SG. Dije: “Bueno, probablemente ya estén secos hasta convertirse en polvo”. Levanté la primera toalla de papel y probé que mi teoría era correcta. “Puedes simplemente aspirar esto”. Estoy agradecido de que no tenga el mismo problema con la caca. Él limpia la caja de arena todos los días.

• One of the suites as it appeared in “And Baby” magazine.
• Una de las suites tal y como apareció en la revista “And Baby”.
• Breakfast.
• Desayuno.
• Under renovation. Out with the old.
• Bajo renovación. Afuera con lo viejo.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

32 thoughts on “Powdered hairballs / Bolas de pelo en polvo”

  1. Oh my God that story is too funny. I can just picture your face walking in and seeing paper towels everywhere. And I love the last photo. Is there a better pairing than a toilet and a newspaper for some contemplating time?

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      That’s one of those moments I will always remember. You CAN picture my face. I know exactly where I was standing and where the first paper towel lay.

  2. Back in those days when energy was abundant…..great photos!
    ‘Steady as he goes’……easy on that sciatica.

  3. Would loved to have been ‘staying’ at your place ~ we found a BNB in Arundel Maine in the 90’s which we returned to faithfully. The ‘guys’ were so good to us. When they retired we chose any lodging on the Cape. I suspect you guys were the best.

    1. Ron:
      It was a labor of love and started off so well. It felt like we were hosting our chosen families. Some amazing experiences. Some of our first guests were two women, their 1-month-old baby and the 99-year-old grandmother of one of the women. Incredible. Even more incredible to think that 1-month old baby would be 22 now.

  4. The rule at our house is that I take care of what goes INTO the pets and Carlos takes care of what comes OUT. That said, I have cleaned up hairballs when he is not around to do so.
    I love the idea of the hairball landmines you came home to, though.

    1. Bob:
      The sight was comical. SG does have complete control of the litter box. I’ll do my bit every so often (cleaning or scooping, not adding to).

  5. I can commiserate with you on the sciatica (there are exercises that have helped a lot) and the “sticky” (in my case phlegmy) throat and the bad knee. My biggest problem is that everything affects my sleep. If you have a remedy for that, I’d love to know.

    1. Frank:
      I know exactly what to do for the sciatica when it’s not so awful that I can’t do anything. Today might offer some possibilities. As for sleep, I’ve read every recommendation and none can be proven by me.

    1. Debra:
      What’s amazing is that these two cats who rarely throw up almost always do so on the wood floor. Dobie the American cat always aimed for the carpet as cats are known to do. I can’t remember his short-haired brother, Maynard, ever throwing up.

    1. Deedles:
      And don’t forget the knee. I must have been too drunk (not a chance) to remember what I did the night before.

  6. My first thought on powdered hairballs: A delicacy SG is preparing for lunch today. You had a great place. If it still existed, I would be first in line to make my reservation.


    1. janiejunebug:
      It was so much fun while it lasted, but a lot of work and a 24-hour-a-day job. We like our holidays.

  7. That toilet photo is hilarious! I’m surprised SG is more bothered by hairballs than by the litter box. I’d much rather clean up a hairball. (And I used to have cats, so I know what that’s like!)

    1. Steve:
      I agree. I don’t really know why SG handles one well and not the other. He gags when a baby’s diaper needs changing.

  8. You and SG make a handsome pair of B&B hosts.

    I’m with Steve in preferring to clean up hairballs to a kitty litter box. You really have to keep on top of a kitty litter box, especially if you live in an apartment. Too much poop and a cat starts digging and throwing the litter around looking for room–well, I don’t even want to think about it. Last time I had a cat I made sure there was a lot of newspaper underneath that box. God forbid the internet replaces newpapers. You can’t put the World Wide Web under a litter box!

    1. Kirk:
      SG really does stay on top of the litter box. And if I ever noticed a smell, I also scoop. And, oh, some days I’d like to put a lot of the worldwide web IN a litter box

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      It’s not the best photo. I shared it years ago and I don’t think anyone realized.

  9. Your blog posts are starting to remind me of that old joke where the punchline is “But you know me, I can’t complain!”
    Mystery Cousin

    1. Erik (aka Mystery Cousin… the secret appears to be out):
      I think of that, too, and should use one of the videos one of these times. I also think of the Sesame Street chant that ends with “Otherwise I feel fine.”

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