Best Cat Puke Story Ever.
Hack. Hack. Hack. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
Mark’s cat Napoleon vomited on the floor. This happens often. I
suspect my friend’s cat is bulimic, although I’ve never witnessed
his paw down his throat.
Anytime Mark’s cat vomited, he called
for his dog. The dog would eat the vomit
and lick the carpet clean.
I found this disgusting and worried about how Mark cleaned the cat pan.
It was time to teach Mark a lesson. I would eat cat vomit.
I asked Mark if he had any coffee. He said none was made, but he could
make a pot. I hoped that when Mark touched the warm coffee cup, Mother
Nature would call and he would use the restroom.
Mark went the restroom. I pretended to get more coffee and went to the
I opened cabinet doors, the refrigerator, the pantry; I needed to make
cat vomit. Then, there it was: chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream.
I grabbed a bowl, a spoon and smashed together the cake and ice cream.
Another success. It looked like cat vomit. The texture and the chunks,
everything except the smell.
I cupped the homemade cat vomit with a paper towel and held it in my
hand. I went into the dining room and knelt down behind the table.
“Mark,” I yelled, “Your cat vomited again.”
Mark came out of the bathroom.
“Damn it,” Mark said.
I stood up from behind the dining room table with cat vomit cupped in
my hand. Mark watched. I pulled the vomit toward my face, sniffed it,
opened my mouth, and took a bite.
“OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?”
Mark ran out of the house. He tore the screen door off the hinges.
I fell to the floor laughing. I tried to
reach the front door to let Mark know it
was a prank, but I couldn’t. I was in pain. I clutched
my stomach and crawled in a circle. I couldn’t breathe. I lost
one contact lens and my cheek brushed against the piece of carpet Napoleon
After ten minutes I could talk again. Marked yelled at me for twenty.
That was the last time Mark spoke to me, which really hampered my Tootsie
Roll/Rice Krispie plan.