I went shopping and got a deal on some cheapo water socks/slippers...5 dollars.
My old slippers were starting to lose their sole...that and someone threw up in them this morning.
I won't mention any names *edward d katz* but it was quite a wake up call.
This happened at 4 a.m. this morning. There I was minding my own business when I awoke to the sound of a wretching cat.
Ed makes this mewling noise before he blows chunks, I think I may have heard it in my sleep, and that is my hint to get a piece of newspaper and run to get it under his mouth. No such luck his time.
I sat up and thought, "Don't step into the mess, turn on the light and find out exactly where he threw up.
The light goes on and I look and look for the pile of puke - it will show up against the blue of the rug......
I look again and don't see anything.
I swing my legs off the bed and go for my slippers and stop dead in my tracks.
There, perfectly camoflauged in the foot bed of my slipper is a pile of puke.
I managed to get a paper towel and wipe it up and thought, "it's time to get a new pair...."
Now, I just have to get the cat to throw up on some of my other stuff?