[By Nic Lindh on Friday, 21 April 2006]
What would be even more disgusting than waking up at an ungodly hour only to be met with the hacking sounds of a cat puking?
That would be to step gingerly over the little pool of cat puke to eat breakfast, then return to find the puddle gone and thank your better half for performing the odious cleanup task, only to be told that she has done no such thing.
And there’s the cat, sitting where the puddle used to be, licking her chops.
And with that I bid you a good weekend.