h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Realising that I had a few weeks holiday owing to me, I recently booked the time off and prepared to spend seven glorious days relaxing at home in the glow of daytime tv whilst I watched other hapless commuters wind their way to work. After my partner had departed and I had come round a little from my slumber, the cat sauntered in after an early morning encounter with a bowl of Whiskers cat food and jumped up on the bed (no mean feat considering he has only three legs) to say hello. Being half asleep I obligingly gave him a big fuss, then felt something warm and wet...Waking up to kitty puke is not a pleasant experience, believe me.

Well, yes. The worst place our very large Maine Coon (God rest his soul, he departed this vale of tears in August at age fourteen and a half) ever barfed was into the heating/cooling grate that's set into the living room floor. Urm.

I got a himalayan kitten for my seventh b-day. Total sweety, grew up wearing tutus, actually, just about every item of doll clothing that fit him, plays fetch with foil balls, has such hairy feet that he's been known to slide off the other side of a chair he's tried to jump onto, but rather dumb, not to insult him or anything. Well, when he was really little, he slept in a basket next to my pillow at night, and one of the first nights I had him he threw up onto my pillow, and if he hadn't been so noisy about it, it would have been my face and not the pillow!

Love Maine Coon Cats, fantastic ruffs!