Hal, was the cat puke warm or cold? Smooth or chunky?
::d&r::
Cold, chunky and anty.
Ick. That’s bad. What’s also bad is waking up in the middle of the night to the cat playing, and reaching down to grab a toy mouse to throw to him. Only to discover it wasn’t one of his toys…
poor mouse.
Uh, can someone explane to me again why people keep cats? 
I am disillusioned to discover that Alice is not fond of cats. Your namesake was quite fond of felines.
They can be soft and cuddly. A good friend when you are sick or sad. They can take on the position of court jester with their silly antics. They can contribute to the household with their vermin hunting ability. When they sit in your lap and purr, they melt the stress away.
Jim
I woke up in the middle of the night to hear the kitty puking, I turned over to push her off the bed (not the side my shoes are under) and got a shoulder full of Barf (missed the pillow), but the aroma, wow, fishy smell at 2:00 in the morning. And changing the sheets while cursing and half asleep.
Hey, a friend of mine told me that a regurgitated mouse comes out as a ribbon.
Because they do things like one of mine. She hops up on my lap, and climbs up my chest to snuggle. I support her with my left arm, and she buries her head under my chin and purrs up a storm, while I pet her all over. That kind of unconditional love makes up for the occasional barf. Hey, if you had to lick your fur all over, you’d barf up some, too!
How about finding a pile of dog shit in the den the same way? I think that’s worse.
How about hearing a cat puke in the middle of the night and while getting up to clean the cat puke, you step in a pile of doggy diarrhea. =_=;; Damn animals and their plots to usurp me.
*Know What’s Worse Than Discovering A Pile Of Cat Puke In The Kitchen? *
Leaving one’s work computer logged in to the Dope while attending a meeting?
NAY! I like kitties - my friend has two that are lovely - but sadly, I’m alergic to their little kitty bodies so I’ve never had one as a pet.
I had no idea about the, uh, um, puke and stuff. (MOUSE HEADS - ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!? ahem).
FWIW - I have a little fluffy puppy that does a pretty good job of shnoogying, barfs very seldom, and puts his turds in a doodie pan, so I’m doing ok on that front.
Well, some of the problems with cats are taken care of by not allowing them outside or in the bedroom. We have never had a mouse head issue, and the warm pile of barf in the middle of the night is outside the bedroom door, at least, instead of on us.
Cat puke with undigested parts and a head with eyes.
my only comment for this enitre thread is
ewwwwwww!!!
Ah yes. This thread reminded me of the morning when I headed out the back door at o-dark-thirty for a fire call, and stepped in the semi-rodent left there by the Kittenator but didn’t realize that’s what it was until I got back home. So, I then spent the next half-hour doing the Lysol thing on the inside of my fire boot to remove the last little bit of Mickey or Minnie. The idea of decaying rodentia in my fire gear bag wasn’t pleasant to contemplate.
Same here.
And yet, for some reason - I KEPT READING! :dubious:
Wasn’t it Eve who once said that the way to tell if she was brain-dead( like Terry Schiavo) was to bring a puking cat into the room. Her statement went something like* “If I don’t immediately leap off the bed, saying ‘not on the carpet, not on the carpet!’, then I’m gone.”*
This thread is the exception to the rule that every post about cats must include pictures.
I’ve cleaned up that puke.
I also had skinned/exposed mouse brain. My personal favorite.
My personal favourite was when the whole family watched my cat hurk up a mouse skin. Just the skin. And then I picked it up in a paper towel. It was warm and slimy. I’ve also had the idiotic mouse incident - hearing the cat with something in the bathtub but not really bothered to go get it. Then she knocks a plastic toy into the bath. The next day, we discover a very live young mouse freaked the hell out. Tea towel transport across the road only to have the fucking moron run straight back into our front yard.