Filed under: Bed puke, Carpet puke, Night puke | Tags: cat, cat puke, family, humor, pets, sleep, vomit
It happened again. I woke to that God-awful sound of my cat puking. This time, it was 4 a.m.
I don’t even know how to describe it, or spell it in a word. It’s kind of like ”ygyccccckhaa.” It’s a gutteral, repetative, suction-like hack that, as soon as I hear it begin, I’m instantly in a sprint. I sprint to whisk her onto the hardwood floors. I sprint to move her anywhere where she won’t stain our carpet… again. And last night, I sprinted on hand and knee to the foot of my bed to carry her through the dark to the safety of our bathroom’s tile floor.
Too late.
One HUMONGOUS pile of cat puke at the foot of my bed. Two tiny piles of cat puke tumbled off the edge to the carpet. Once again, I finish my slumber knowing I’ll be cleaning in the morning. This puke will have to wait. I know too well the aggravating hours of awake time that follow cleaning cat puke under bright lights in the middle of the night.
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I laughed even though it’s not funny. It was written in a humorous way.
Comment by Susan December 10, 2008 @ 2:52 amYes, that’s the way I have to look at it.
Comment by whirlabout December 10, 2008 @ 3:29 amI love to hear it! I know exactly what you mean. The humor you put to it made me laugh after I was just frustrated with my cat for the millionth time.
Comment by Amy December 30, 2008 @ 1:07 am