A Vomit Story

Don't get excited.  It's not me!  It's actually my cat, Domino. Last night, I chilled on the couch while HB was at the Stanford/Notre Dame game.  Domino was sitting on one of the extra dining room chairs we'd brought in for Thanksgiving. I hear her start to make that wretching sound that indicates a fur ball and whatever she recently ate is on its way up.  I attempt to dash over and push her onto the floor.  It's much easier cleaning cat vomit off hardwood floors than velvet chair cushions.  Everything seemed to move in slow mo. The stupid cushion isn't tied to the chair so it slides off the chair with the cat who is in mid-vomit.  In this wave of motion, vomit flies everywhere.  She managed to hit the cushion she was on, a nice splash on the cushion on the chair next door and a good amount on the floor.  In my efforts to keep the vomit contained to one nice area on the floor, I managed to get it splashed all over the damn place.  I'm sure my neighbors heard me scream, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCK!" In the future, I will make sure I just let my baby throw up wherever he/she wants. I will not push it on the floor.  Babies are not as agile as cats.