02/24/04’s illustrious band:

Mardi Gack

Brought to you by people who know cats -- perhaps more intimately than they want to.

In response to yesterday’s discussion of feline regurgitation, several people wrote in with related stories. Says Amy Sunshine:

“Add to your list: There is nothing that will wake you up from a dead sleep quicker than the sound of a cat gacking on your carpet. It is amazing how quickly one can jump from the dream worlds into the bathroom, grab a handful of toilet paper, and shove it under the gacking cat in hopes that you might prevent future carpet cleaning. Arrrggg!!!”

Adds El Queso Grande:

“A local mystery writer, M.D. Lake, tells a wonderful story about his (now ex) wife's large Maine Coon cat. After moving in together, he and the cat had a somewhat adversarial relationship; the cat was territorial and was not interested in Alan except as prey. The back and forth continued until the cat won: Alan was sleeping with one leg extended from under the covers and, yes, in the middle of the night he woke as the cat managed to hurl a hair ball right on the top of his foot. Theirs was a grudging peace.”

A couple people also mentioned that their cats had unloaded into piles of laundry. Clean laundry, of course.

In a similar vein, the Chicken Step Lady has regaled me with the tale of the dog that ate and later pooped a condom, and the one that ate an entire rubber glove and expelled it, a few fingers at a time, over the course of several days.

But I digress. February 24 is Fat Tuesday -- Mardi Gras. Let the good times roll, and don’t worry about barfing until tomorrow!

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