Waste Not, Want Not
Gypsy was lying behind me in my office today, snoozing away (as she's wont to do) and all of a sudden I heard a squishy slurgurp sound. She'd puked. Without so much as a cough. Cab's the throw-up cat, and he always makes a big production.
"Ewww," I said, heading to the bathroom to get some tissue to tidy up her mess.
By the time I'd gotten back (17 second, max), she'd licked it all clean.
So. Not. Right.