In the early waking hours today I heard the unmistakable sound of Ropy’s full body heaves. I said to myself “screw it, Sara can deal with her cat when she gets home from work”. Sara called me when around 7:30 am as usual so I told her that she had a surprise from that cat waiting for when she got home. Sara wondered where he puked. I hadn’t even bothered sitting up earlier when I heard him barf so I sat up to look. I could partially see a pile of yarf on the floor past the foot of the bed. As I reached my left hand out to push the comforter down so I could have an unobscured view to the floor, I soon realized I had just planted my hand in a second pile of puke (well…it was probably his first). That was enough to get me out of bed. The cat was no where to be seen. I left the bedroom to go to the laundry closet to get some carpet cleaner and paper towels (for the comforter of course…the floor is still up to Sara). As I passed the stairway, I saw the S.O.B sitting at the bottom of the stairs, glaring up at me. I threw the closest item at hand at him (I think it was Ralph leash)…sending him into hiding. Please tell me again why I haven’t killed him yet.