EW, and GIP

I got home tonight to find a big pile of cat puke right in the entryway. Thanks, cat. After cleaning it up, I thought about the new state of the eepartment. You see, a week ago my parents gave me one of their old Oriental carpets. My parents have gone through several in our dining room, just because they keep getting worn down. It turns out one of these "more-than-gently" worn carpets matches my bedroom decor really well. Of course, I knew the combination of new carpeting was too much for my cat to resist, so I gingerly went in search of more vomit. There they were, two piles of puke on the new-to-me carpet. Lovely. So I cleaned that up, and I figured all was well with the world. I changed clothes, and as it always is, just as I took a step in my bare feet I found a THIRD pile of cat puke, hidden by the fancy pattern in the carpet. Dammit! Cat puke on the bottom of your bare foot is just about the grossest thing ever. So the reason I'm telling you this is just to assure you all that the world is still normal: the cat couldn't resist puking on the carpet, and I couldn't help but step in it barefoot. As it should be, whether we like it or not.

Also? GIP. Now I'm off to see the Uncle. Yay!