Let me set the scene for you.
I was prone on the couch - watching TV and vegging after my long weekend. #1 was on the computer playing on his Gaia account. LLB was upstairs in her room playing with her Legos and her tiny toys.
Mr. was in the kitchen watching football and starting dinner.
All was quiet.
Then - I hear Mr. yell - at the top of his lungs, "HEY!!! HEEEEEYYYYYY!!!! HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
I was up of the couch and on my feet before I knew it. #1 had typed a bunch of gobbledygook.
And one gray cat had puked her way through my house...
Miss Angel was binging on her food when she started to gag and puke. Mr. thought - in some convoluted way - that yelling at her would get her to stop. I assure you, that is not the case.
There was puke next to her bowl.
There was puke across the floor.
There was puke in my foyer.
There was puke at the base of the stairs.
I am sure that he scared the puke right out of her.
I know he almost scared the poo out of me!