The Cat Who Barfed Copper Pennies

I just ran into Cecil, our oldest cat, in the hallway. He was standing, staring at a penny right in front of him on the floor. There was a second penny just to the side. I asked him, “Are you eating those, or barfing them up?” He just looked at me.

I just ran into Cecil, our oldest cat, in the hallway. He was standing, staring at a penny right in front of him on the floor. There was a second penny just to the side.

I asked him, “Are you eating those, or barfing them up?”

He just looked at me.

He’s lucky they weren’t golden eggs. Or even quarters.