Early this morning (very early this morning), I woke to the alarming sound of my cat puking. I say "alarming" because she sleeps on me. I have a strong stomach but even I quail at the thought of a face-full of kitty vomit.
I sat straight up and looked around (it's dark, remember, and she's a black cat so she blends well in shadows...)and she wasn't on the bed.
The sounds increased with the inevitable "hork and splat" conclusion and I fumbled around with my bedside light so I could investigate and clean it up.
I found - nothing.
The dog was sleeping beside my bed. The cat was staring at me from the middle of my bedroom floor as if to say, "What, we're getting up now?"
I decided I'd dreamt the entire incident and went back to sleep.
This morning, in the act of racing through my morning routine so I could head out the door, I found the puke.
In my shoe.
And yes, by "in" I bloody well mean in my shoe.
Leave it to a cat to have such perfect aim.
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