Today is an awareness day that is near and dear to my heart. The subject of this awareness intimately affects my family, and one member of it in particular, although we all deal with the consequences.
Yes, dear readers, today is National Hairball Awareness Day.
And, yes. I’m aware. Oh, believe me, I’m aware.
I was happily wandering around my house the other day when I stepped in a big old puddle of cat barf. Because I’m really classy and know all about the correct way to use Twitter, I immediately went to my computer and wrote:
And because I have the best friends in the blogosphere, Niksmom came right back at me with the information that Friday—today—is National Hairball Awareness day. When I expressed incredulity, because, c’mon, really? she sent me proof from her local newspaper:
If you follow me on Twitter (and now that you know how scintillating the conversation I take part in there is, why aren’t you?), you may have noticed that shortly after my cat barf tweet I told Niksmom that she is the most awesome person in the entire world. You know why? She custom made the ribbon with that awesome graphic of the cat horking up there.
She even researched what colors should be used. According to the article she looked at, purple represents animal abuse. (Although she mentioned to me that she hoped they meant animal abuse prevention.) Orange (my favorite color, incidentally) represents animal protection.
Also, my cat that barfs all the time just had very expensive dental surgery yesterday, so if I’m lucky, I won’t just get hairballs today, but bloody hairballs.
And what the hell is it with me, my readers, and weird animal things?