Last night, as I was preparing my supper-for-one (which, incidentally was a toasted egg, salami and cheese sandwich), the cats that I am cat sitting were eating their food. I flipped my egg, and one of the cats started vomiting. Right there, in the kitchen. Almost in the food bowl, and half in the water bowl. So of course I can't continue making my sandwich with the vomit about 30cm away from me. So I start to clean it up, which involves many trips outside, trying not to think about it, smell it or even see it...
Only to discover that the cat has chucked again. This time in the passage. And my sandwich was still sitting, waiting to be toasted. But I toiled away, cleaning up the vomit. Then I switched the snackwich maker back on, and put my sandwich in. The egg broke while I was doing this. Why does oozy egg always make me feel queasy? Anyway. I had to leave to door open to get rid of the smell of vomit and it made the house rather cold, but by the time my sandwich was toasted, it had gone and the floor was dry.
The thing that made me pathetically grateful: The fact that the other cat didn't sympathetically vomit while I was eating...
2 comments:
ewwww! At least it'll be easy to go home again after that!
Indeed, it will be :) Yay, Im so looking forward to my own bed!
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