I Win the Prize
We have a saying at our house, “A day without throw-up is a day without cats.” And whichever human discovers the mess, gets to proclaim, “I win the prize!”
My precious children didn’t let me down yesterday. I came home to find a rather large mess awaiting me in the kitchen. I hate trying to clean vomit off rugs, but I hate it more when I am forced to scrub it off after it has baked solid onto the heated kitchen floor. The floor is stone and NOT smooth. I was gone for seven hours yesterday, so when I found my prize, it had adhered to the floor like super glue.
As it was predicted to rain—of course, no rain came as we are down 7.5 inches for the year and need it desperately—I made all the kitties remain in for the day. They were ticked off, but as I knew I wouldn’t be forced to listen to their complaints, I callously turned my back and left the house.
Up-Chuck Event

Mauricio’s “Who me?” look.
Anyway, as all furballs were in the house and any of them could have produced the mess, they were keeping quiet as to the identity of the perpetrator. Normally I would suspect Mauricio. He inhales his food and is the first to be implicated in any puke fest. Lisbeth also enjoys a fast feast and runs a close second to Mauricio in the up-chuck event. I had to rule out both of them as no undigested food was included. I also had to rule out Giulietta as no huge wads of long gray fur were stuck in the mess. That left Lily Olivia, Misty May, Fiona, Astird or Calista Josette.
Lily likes to leave her presents in really inappropriate places such as the stove top, bed or any piece of upholstered furniture, so I am probably going to let her off the hook this time.
As I said, they’re not talking. I am a little surprised that no one wants to rat out the culprit. After all, the goal of each and every feline is to be the only cat in good graces with the homeowners so as to garner all the loving attention.
Likely Suspects
If today’s behavior is any indication of who is to blame, I would have to suspect Lisbeth, Fiona or Calista Jo. These three have been all over me this morning gifting me with lots of purrs and affection, which I suspect is a ploy to distract me from ferreting out the offender. I have already eliminated Lisbeth so now I need to figure out which of the following two is to blame: Calista or Fiona. Though, it doesn’t really matter. I love them all, and I wouldn’t trade the throw-up, litter boxes, cat fur, bed hogging, “meyowling” or pesting for a home without cats.
P.S. Mauricio just relieved himself of his Friskies Ocean Whitefish and Tuna Dinner on the kitchen floor at the base of my stool. I was present for the event so got it cleaned up before it became one with the floor but not prior to Astrid and Calista starting to lap it up! Yuck!
A fun re-post……wonderful to see Mauricio! My Mom says she is glad that I very rarely puke – and if I do, it’s usually outside after overeating some grass. Angel Sammy was a much better puker than I have been (at least so far!).
Hugs, Teddy
Cat puke?? Can’t have a pukeless home when there are kitties living in it, LOL!
Pipo was good at making his Mt Vesuvius messes , or his even better projectile ones in the hardest spots, such as in-between furniture, or from the top of the cat tree all the way down it…or onto the dining room table…
SImba was one to eat far too much, too fast and the whole thing would come up…
Dogs barf, too, but at least its far less frequent than the cats…and usually only when they have eaten grass or are sick.
OMC Aunty Janet…Supurr lue upchuck on THE heeted floor~~~
What a recipe fore DEE-SAS-TUR!!
Mee throwss up furballss an man, does BellaSita freek out!
Mee has only thrown up mee foodabullss twice ’cause mee eated two quiklee…..
Mee not due THAT again!
An poor Mauricio hee iss so like Grate Aunty Mingflower was!! BellaSita told mee Grate Aunty used to eat two fast an projectile throw up!! There was nothin wrong with her……other than shee eated two fast!!!
OK Couzinss no more Throw Up compeetishunss…Aunty needss a BRAKE!
***nose kissess*** BellaDharma an {{{hugss}}} BellaSita Mum
You need a dog. You’ll never have to clean up cat puke again.
Ha! That did make me laugh … though I’m well acquainted with the task of cleaning up the barf …
Awwww…it warmed our hearts to see sweet Angel Mauricio!!! We miss him a lot but know he and Angel Allie are together at the Bridge.
Raz usually wins the hork fest prize here. Under the bed, way in the middle is a favorite spot because if Mom doesn’t hear it, it can get pretty hard to clean up.
The Florida Furkids with love and whisker kisses to Sawyer from Noelle