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Suckerpunch

The other night - Thursday, I think - we were awakened at 3 am by my lovely cat puking. Then my wife discovered that the cat, Kali, had puked on the bed. More precisely, it discovered her. We had to change all the bedding and check all the blankets and whatnot carefully for signs of kittypuke.

Just as I started to get back to sleep - oh, like around 7 o'clock, moments before I theoretically wake up (in practice, this involves hitting the snooze button until I'm hopelessly late for work), Ghost provided an encore performance - fortunately, this time, on the floor. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure exactly where it was, and it found me when I was trying to make it to the shower.

Then, the last cat, Maggie, decided to puke in the area where she sits when I'm on the computer here.

What the fuck is up with these cats?

Now, today, I wake up with my own stomach severely upset and the unmistakable signs of a cold or flu coming.

It never ends.

Well... at least my back doesn't hurt much.