I was pregnant with a full bladder (a dangerous combination). I was getting ready for a bath, so I just had a robe on. The cat was in my way, so I stepped over her, but since I couldn’t see exactly where she was at because of my belly, my foot landed on something fuzzy, which starled me. Pregnant, full bladder, legs spread, startled… so the cat got a golden shower.
Lieu, you forgot the journey beforehand.
Once, long ago, perhaps in a galaxy far away, the atoms making up the milk vomit sat near the center of a giant, very hot star. Eventually, they were fused together to make certain important elements, and were later expelled into the vast interstellar wastes in a violent explosion (the explosion itself may have made some more elements needed for our milk vomit.)
Then, billions of years later, the Earth cooled, and those bits of exploded star stuff found their way into the cow, and into the human, then on the dog.
Truly an amazing journey.
This is making me laugh HYSTERICALLY. Hot soup! It’s raining food! God, that’s gross. 
Well it’s not about throwing up on a dog, but since it’s about puke and a dog, I’ll post.
Husband got drunk on beer and hard liquor.
Went to the bedroom for some…activities.
All that motion, not the greatest for his tummy, sent him stumbling naked into the hallway which he puked.
Since his hand was covering his mouth it sprayed.
On the wall.
Blech.
Here comes our dog to lick it up. I guess since they’d eat their own shit, a lil puke shouldn’t bother me, but I’m still haunted.
Ya know, that milk vomit’s journey has just begun. We had poop patrol here yesterday, the poop will be set out with the garbage come Friday. In our area, the power company burns garbage for power. I’ll be running my refrigerator on that milk next month. What an amazing circle life is.
My friend’s little brother ejaculated on the family cat.
Apparently he was looking up some porn on the net and poor kitty happened to be sitting under the desk. He had to chase it all around the house to clean it up before his parents got home.
The VunderKind, at the ripe old age of 2 weeks, once barfed on his Papaw and had it all land in the chest pocket of his shirt…
Not as funny as Kayeby’s story of shooting the cat, however.
yick!
A couple of weeks ago the cat was sitting on my lap and I had to sneeze. Generally, I’m not a big sneezer (my husband says they’re about as loud as mouse farts). This time, however, I really let it go and proceeded to hock a huge ball of snot on the cat’s head. This, of course, caused him to fly off my lap and I spent the next couple of minutes laughing and chasing him so I could wipe it off.
So, after lapping up the hot milk-vomit mess, did the dog come over and try to lick your face in gratitude for the meal?
I once had a psycho-cat who hopped up on my chest as I lay on the couch and, while staring directly into my eyes, peed all over my belly! Such Chutzpah!
What’s wrong with y’all that you missed the obvious? :dubious:
I barfing your dog!!!
:smack:
Feck. Feck, Feck, Feck!
Thanks for pointing that out! :o
Ha! Now that the SDMB has taken over my life that was one of the first things that came to mind.
You’ve all shown great restraint! (except Jeff Olsen and Faruiza) 