MoodyTunes

Warning: May contain adult situations, like barfing.

The facts, as I could deduce them on the morning of the incident:

Cat #1 was sleeping on the couch. Cat #2 was sleeping on a chair. Cat #3 was on the kitchen table, purring.

One of the cats in question, or all of the cats in question, had apparently puked on the couch. On the back of it, the arm of it, the big seat cushion. There was partially digested cat food everywhere. It had even bounced off the arm of the chair on to the floor, so I was dealing with serious projectile kitty barfing.

As I pieced together the angles and splatter, I decided this is the only likely scenario:

Cat #1 is asleep on the back of the couch. Cat #1 wakes up, has a stomach ache or something, and sleepily yacks all over the back cushion.

Cat #2 hears the commotion and leaves the chair, jumping up on to the couch seat cushion. Cat #2 sees the gobs of yacked food rolling down the back cushion, and Cat #2 hurls her own food on to the couch in a nice, neat pile.

Cat #3 wakes up to the sound of barfing and strolls in from the kitchen. Cat #3 jumps up on the arm of the couch, sees the multiple-cat yack piles, and barfs, half of the barfed food landing on the arm, half on the floor.

Cat #1 curls up and goes to sleep.

Cat #2 jumps on the chair, and goes to sleep.

Cat #3 walks back to the kitchen, stopping on a small table by the front door to wash his face and consider the early morning calamity. As he considers, he yacks again, all over the small table. Then he jumps over to the kitchen table and goes to sleep.

Cat #3 wakes up when I walk down the stairs into the kitchen, and he purrs, probably thinking everything occurred in one of his chattering, twitching kitty dreams.

Alex, who put his wallet on the table by the door, a wallet which by morning is soaked with cat liquid, decides he will be going wallet shopping ASAP.

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