An upheaving Friday a.m.

I woke up this morning to my cat heaving on the carpet. She puked twice. Maybe she's sick, or maybe it's because she's a fat cow who eats everything...who knows. I covered it with a paper towel and left it as a "good morning roomie, I love you but cannot handle vomit before 10 am...actually, ever...I can never handle vomit..and she's more your cat than mine" gift. Or maybe Ilene will clean it up, in which case it's a "thanks for taking my parking spot so that I had to park down the street instead of in the driveway of the house I pay rent at" gift.