Nice to get up today to feed my cat, have breakfast, and return to the fartsac to find that the cat had barfed on my comforter. Thankfully he’s only done that twice in four years. Still I was pissed…especially since I didn’t realize what he had done it until I flipped the covers back to climb into the sac and pulled the now soiled flannel sheet back onto my bare legs. Nothing quite like the feel of cold cat vomit on your legs to get your ire up.
To top it all off, I pulled the soiled sheet and comforter off the bed to put them in the washer. Having done that, I stepped into my slippers only to realize that the cat had barfed into one of them. Now I know why they are called “slippers.”