Okay, so Rogue was in the middle of her post-dinner vomit (I have to take her to the vet, she keeps doing that, but I suspect she's swallowing too much dry food without crunching it) and she was resting on the sideboard. Scotty freaked out at her, and she ran away and jumped through the air.
Mid-yoik.
Her vomit stretched out in a long arc, and then splatted on the ground with a spectacular explosion of puke. I had to wipe-and-scoop like a pro to get all that up in one go.
I actually took a photo of it. It was that legendary. I tell you, my cat knows how to puke.
ETA:
PIX OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
