I normally sleep with my door closed to keep my dads cats out of my room at night. For the first time tonight one of them had wandered in and was being lovey dovey so I let her stay and kept the door open for her to leave later.
About an hour later I woke up to the wonderful sound of a cat vomiting like a college girl on 25 cent tequila night.
To make things worse
I ended up throwing up myself as I was cleaning it. I would have been fine because I was holding my breath and not looking at it but then when I grabbed it in the paper towel it was still warm.
I don't know why vomit of any sort sets me off like that, I normally have a very strong stomach, hell, I ate a cockroach out of a dumpster for $50 once.