I stretch and yawn, peering over my bundle of blankets to look at the clock. It reads 7.30 am, I think to myself "oh thank gawd I still have another half hour". I get comfortable again and close my eyes. I hear a lil mew and I open one eye and see my cat smiling at me from the bedside table. She steps gingerly onto the bed and makes her way to me. I am happy she is nesting with me rather than annoying me, so now I can definatly get my last half hour of sleep. The cat takes two steps on top of my body, when suddenly without warning she throws up. On me and my very expensive throw. I immediatly panick, and so does the cat, she tries to run off my bed but doesn't quite make it, and throws up for the second time on my bed and my comforter, both are white I should add. I spend my last 30 minutes running around cleaning up kitty barf and thinking WHY?? *sigh*

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Have a rocking day!
Aww... thats sux that you didn't get those last minutes o' sleep