When I achieved some level of consciousness, I'm not sure if I first noticed that it was 4am or that a terrible noise was coming from the bathroom. I leapt up and realized the cat had just thrown up on the tile floor (good kitty).
Just before Round 2 hit the sheepskin rug, I quickly re-aimed her at the litter box and held on while she delivered. Went to clean off my foot so I didn't track any more around, then cleaned her feet and tail. When I realized she was about to try a Blue Man Group trick (oooh. warm. tasty), re-aimed her at her real food, which was just fine. Cleaned up the mess on the tile floor. Went downstairs to get the litter-cleaning equipment, cleaned litter box, and delivered cleanings back downstairs to the back door.
Back in bed again, Miss Puss, now feeling immensely better, climbed over to my other side and purred me back to sleep.
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