Those of you who have cats will know what I'm speaking of here. How many times, either in the middle of the night or early morning, hear that throaty "glug, glug, glug," otherwise known as "My cat is throwing up somewhere in my house/apartment. Do I get up and clean it or can it wait until the morning?" I have two cats, Mercury (pictured, left) and Samantha. Mercury is the furrier of the two and as such she tends to vomit a bit more than Samantha. Sometimes it's because they are staging a competitive eating competition or it could be that there's a hairball involved. As I was enjoying my last half hour before I had to drag my ass out of bed for work today, I hear the dreaded "glug." As always, I'm thinking is the cat puking on the wood floor again or will it be the tiles in the kitchen. Do I get up now or can it wait? I opt to wait until I actually have to get up. The alarm goes off and it's time to check out the damage. Here's the routine: put on the glasses because I'm blind without them and could step in the vomit, search around until I find the offensive projectile output, then clean it up and carry on after that. I'm looking around the apartment and cannot find the throw up. Ok, maybe I dreamt that I heard the cat vomiting? Can't be. Finally I notice my most recent New York magazine on the coffee table. On the cover is our disgraced former Governor Eliot Spitzer. And he's covered in cat vomit. The first thing I thought of was that I hadn't even read the issue yet. The next was, yeah, that's what I thought too. If anyone deserved to be puked on it was Spitzer. I guess even animals are tired of our stupid politicians' dalliances. I hope that our new Governor Paterson isn't on the next cover. I'll have to make sure that issue is out of harm's way.
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