You’d hate my cat. A few weeks ago, I woke up to sweet kitty kisses at 6 AM - she’d climbed onto my chest and was staring me in the face. I smiled at her.
The next thing I knew, I heard “Hhhhruccchhhh. Hhhhhrrrruuuucccchhhh!” and she proceeded to barf on me. At 6 AM. On a Saturday. I had to get up and clean it up before I could go back to sleep.
Luckily, she’s very cute, so she got away with it.
Ava
Thats worse then my cat, but not by much. When we used to give her mostly dry food she used to hurl in my doorway ALL THE TIME. It really sucks to stumble out oy your room hung over and step barefoot into warm cat vomit. YECK. I’d then wake up REALLY fast, pull my foot away hop on the other leg bounce into the wall, trip over a box or some such clutter and curse my cat who was sleeping my bed.
Yeah, she’s really lucky she cute, and fast enough to doge my airborne shoes :smack:
My sister barfed in my mouth once. >_< She was almost a year old, and it was the 4th of July. We were out watching fireworks, and I was lying down holding her up, and then bleah! Luckily, it was just milk and soft pretzel. But still gross! Six years later, and I still haven’t quite forgiven her. 
Contrary to my name, and the image it gives some that adoptive moms can and will handle anything - I CAN NOT handle barf in any shape, form or fashion from a child, a grown up, a pet - NADA.
I remember when I had my home day care (providing care for kidlets of work outside the home moms) … my worst fear was that a child would throw up and I would have to clean it - a sure guarantee that I would be barfing next. I don’t know how I made it through all of the daycare and foster children, much less my homegrowns and escaped it happening when Mr. Adoptamom wasn’t home to assist - but I did and I thank God.
Almost as bad, but not quite, was the squirts - especially when they had feety pj’s on and it ran down the legs and pooled in the feeties.
I’m gagging just thinking of this! (then again, I have such a light gag reflex that if I’m eating a burger in the car and pass road kill, I have to pitch the burger because the road kill magically transforms it’s breathren into my sandwich)
:::still shuddering:::