Of all the odd ways to wake up, one of the strangest happened to me this morning: I woke up to the sound of Emily whining, lying with her feet on the bed and body down on the floor, and Cleopatra, her cat, hacking up/throwing up a hairball. Just as I jumped up and turned on the lamp, and before I quite figured out what was going on, Cleo threw up in Emily’s hand, ran off and began to puke on a comforter lying on the floor. So I did what any sane person would do at 6am. I dove off the bed, did a belly flop onto the floor and picked the cat up just as she was hurling and threw her about four feet across the room onto the wood floor.
That’s one crazy scene — I think I saw something like that once in a Marx Brothers movie, but Harpo was the one coughing up the hairball.
Sounds like it was too late to save the comforter from a trip to the dry cleaners. Cleo needs to learn some etiquette about where and where not to puke!
…as do my own cats, I might add…
Hmm, It sounds crazy. A possibility could be that Cleo was concerned as to why Em was doing yoga or stretching her back early in the morning.