First, cat puke happens.

I know that.

I accept that as part of being a cat owner.

And for some reason, our cat Leo seems to take great joy in puking in the worst possible spot.  Either where he can expect one of us to step (preferably with bare feet) or on the bed.

I noticed this morning that Leo was a bit over enthusiastic about the wet food they get each morning.

I even mentioned to him, “Don’t scarf down so much that you puke it back up.”

Apparently, my warnings were for naught.

After I finished working today, I went into the bedroom where our orange tabby, Murphy, was on the bed.

I felt bad for Murphy because my husband is out-of-town and Murphy is definitely a Daddy’s boy.

So I sat on the bed to give Murphy some special pets.

As I reached to pet Murphy, my hand felt something wet.

Wet and disgusting.

Yup, Leo had puked – twice – on the blanket, which had soaked through both the bottom and top sheets.

WTF Leo?

So I got some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess, and then gathered up the bedding.

Murphy is now sitting on top of the stereo stack.

I didn’t want him to think I was mad at him for the puke.

So I went to give him some pets.

And felt something wet – and disgusting.

Murphy had clearly lain in the puke and now one side of him was wet with Leo puke.

WTSF Murphy?

So I got some more toilet paper and cleaned him up.

I know cat puke happens.

But even I have my limits.

Just sayin’ guys – no more cat puke will be tolerated today.