Family Moments

Somewhere in the house I hear a cat winding up for the puke of a lifetime.

I frantically scamper over children's toys and try to avoid the nasty sharp edges laid along in my path like caltrops in the jungle. I focus in on the source of the low, slow, drumming sucking sound and triangulate to my objective by zig-zagging like a man and a dog looking for avalanche victims. Finally I find the furball and desperately carry him to the linoleum in the kitchen praying he doesn't puke all over me.

The violent convulsions work their way up to gacking ejection.

My daughter yells "TA-DAAAA, CAT PUKE!"

I am ready with the sanitizer and paper towels. I congratulate myself over another carpet stain mitigation as I wipe up the cooling pile. My daughter gleefully cheers me on: "Cat Puke, Cat Puke!"

So be it.