So happy i'm sick
I tell this in honor of Anne's birthday, since I know she LOVES Spike-misbehaving stories so.

The other night, Spike, my roommate's oftentimes challenging and imposing tabby, sat his usual watch by the window waiting for Matt to come home. Since Matt spends about half the week away with his girlfriend, Spike is usually worked up into quite a froth of excitement when his beloved owner returns. Anyway, that particular evening, I was sitting on the couch to hear Spike start to meow loudly, plaintively, and particularly urgently. Matt had just pulled in and Spike spied him from the window. Spike kept up the meowing, as Matt opened the car door, and I could hear Matt call up to him, assuring him that he was coming in soon. Spike then leapt off the back of the couch, to work his way toward the door to greet Matt when he stopped plumb in the middle of our little living room. And he threw up. A lot. So, Matt walked into the door to see his cat throwing up on the carpet. Spike was so excited to see Matt, he had to vomit. I believe that James' cat does kind of the same thing, as he mentions in past blog entries. The whole scenario was actually kind of endearing.