Discovering a pile of ant-covered cat puke in the kitchen.
Know what’s worse than discovering a pile of ant-covered cat puke in the kitchen?
Discovering a pile of ant-covered cat puke in the kitchen by stepping in it. Barefoot.
Which is why having multiple cats and a dog is so helpful. I rarely find cat puke. That’s not to say the cats rarely puke, I just rarely find it.
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I was going to say “stepping in a pile of cat puke with bare feet” but you beat me to it.
I’ll tell ya what’s worse…slipping in the ant-covered cat puke in your bare feet. And landing in it.
I’ve always thought stepping in a pile of warm cat puke was the worst. Now I’m not so sure.
Been there **Hal ** and I have done it; not in the kitchen though.
We just got a dog and there is suddenly less cat puke around. I wonder if there is any connection? 
Jim
I recently opened a door without noticing a pile of cat puke right by it. The door ground it into the carpet in a beautiful semi-circle. Really nice! You get so much more puke stain for your money!
I know exactly what many of you mean. I often find little tiny bits of cat puke around, and Billy is always nearly, licking his chops like he just had a warm meal.
And Kalhoun? When I played this back in my head, that was next step in this little progression. Followed by “Discovering a pile of ant-covered cat puke by stepping in it barefoot, slipping on it, landing in it, having the splatter launch straight up, and land in your mouth”.
Ew.
Seriously, as bad as stepping in cat puke (ant-covered or not) is, it’s infinitely worse if you’re wearing pantyhose. Even bare feet can’t compare.
Go on, Hal, try it. 
Ooh! Ooh!
I once discovered a pile of mold-covered cat puke in the kitchen. It was under a piece of furniture, which I why I didn’t find it until the smell forced me to move furniture around looking for the source.
Forget the cat puke, try stepping on a severed mouse head barefoot.
It made a little popping sound. And stuck to my foot. I managed to hobble over to the paper towels, remove it, throw it in the trash, and stick my foot in the sink to scrub it silly without ever looking down.
You sick motherfucker. I think I love you.
Preach it, sistah! Another favorite is to step in it while wearing jammie pants that are too long. That way, it gets all caught up in the folds at your feet and you can track it through the house more efficiently. Mmmmm…boy that’s appetizing.
How about getting up in the morning and putting on the bathrobe that was in the chair. The bathrobe containing the cat puke.
Discovering a pile of puked cat in the kitchen?
Once we have all the carpet out on our main floor, the cats will have to find better, more exotic locations for chundering (cause, you know, lino just doesn’t cut it for your puking needs), and I don’t put barfing in the shoes past them. Fortunately, years of living in basement suites has me trained to empty my shoes out before putting them on.
No, no, no! The worst thing for Hal Briston would be finding his baby eating it… :eek: … and smiling…
My friend treated me to a recitation of why she was so sleepy at the diner this morning. She lives in a cabin in the woods, dead quiet. She hears the cat chasing the mouse, a big squeak, popping and breaking sounds, and the cat heading up the ladder to her loft.
NO! Swats at cat till it gets back down. Tries to block out the sound of the cat eating the mouse.
Rinse and repeat.
Gets up to follow the charming trail of blood down the ladder across the cabin floor. :mad:
Note to self:
Do not read these threads while eating a bowl of Quaker’s Maple & Brown Sugar Instant Oatmeal. Especially since the color & texture closely resemble…no, I won’t go there.
I know what’s worse:
[Little Anthony & The Imperials]
*Barf on my pillow
Stains on my heart
Caused by ewe
Ewe…ooo ooo ooo…*
[/Little Anthony & The Imperials]