Yesterday we awoke to that best of sounds, a cat vomiting on the floor. Repeatedly. Not to be outdone, that same cat had had a case of diahreaha all night, both inside and outside her box, culminating in a big pile in the hallway which disclosed the responsible party: a 10" piece of shoelace which she had eaten after chewing it off of my shoe.
This would normally be enough stomach blockage to kill a cat, but to Mandy, it is a single day's digestive discomfort, before she gets right back into the swing of things. On the up side, this means that our cat is now well again. On the down side, our shoelaces, string, tassles, mexican bikinis, hanging yarn, and other string like items are all waiting to dissappear into the endless gorge that is Mandolin, resulting in further episodes of unhappy mornings and cleaning up after my stupid cat who doesn't know not to deliberately chew off shoelaces in order to eat them.
Also, we now know that Mandy's super power is much like that of beloved 1960s era DC comics hero, "Matter Eater Lad."
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While the story is all too familiar, the picture is fantastic!
Except of course that Matter Eater Lad could eat virtually anything WITHOUT having a major digestive seizure eight hours later. Thus, superpower as opposed to severe mental defect.
Touche, Khaighle.
On the other hand, usually by the time eight hours had passed, whatever super-powered threat was occuring had been dealt with by the more impressive members of the Legion of Super-Heroes, so really who knows what went on with M.E.L. after that?
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