Last night I was getting ready for bed. It was nearly midnight, I was doing my nightly bathroom routine. It took maybe 2 minutes. As I was leaving the bathroom I happened to look down and see what can be only described as an explosion of regurgitated cat food. Many of the pieces were still whole, and the entire spray was probably 3 feet or longer. What was remarkable about this was that I didn’t hear it happen. Normally, when Frank has a throat obstruction, you can hear him cough.

So anyways — the next morning I find ANOTHER place where Frank had puked. This one had no cat-bits, only a brown stain. (See where this is going?) I told Melissa about it, we both didn’t understand why Frank had vomited — it’s unlike him to give up food, considering how often he eats.

This morning, I was sitting in a mandatory meeting about FEMA procedures and I get a call from Melissa. She tells me, “I know why Frank was throwing up. He ate chocolate.” Melissa had this chocolate bar which she didn’t entirely finish and had been left (still wrapped up) on the coffee table. Apparently, last night, Frank knocked the chocolate bar off the coffee table, picked it up with his mouth, and carried into a corner somewhere, where he proceeded to munch on it. She found the remains this morning, and threw it out. He hadn’t eaten very much, but then again he’s not a very big cat.

The kicker is that even though he probably threw up everything he ate yesterday, he was still racing around today like nothing happened. What a little ass-cat.

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