We once had a "hurl happy" cat. His name was Cleo. Whenever we had company, old Cleo would jump up in the lap of our visitor, and puke up the biggest old wad of fur and partially digested tuna that you ever saw. Was pretty disgusting not to mention halfway funny. Old Cleo puked all over the preacher's pants one Sunday afternoon. I didn't know until then that preachers cussed. Cleaning up after Cleo was never a problem because our toy poodle, Leo, would do it for us. Cleo would puke, then Leo would run right over and lap it up faster than you could say " Margaret, we got to get rid of that cat". Now I don't know exactly what kind of problem your cat may have, because it is hard to diagnose without a vomit sample, but our cat had a psychological problem. After several medical consultations, and spending a small fortune on old Cleo, we were advised to take Cleo to a cat psychologist specialist named Dr Theo Gustafason. Now Dr. Theo (as all of his clients call him) took one look at Cleo and came up with a diagnosis that blew my socks off. Dr Theo said the problem was cause by Leo, our toy poodle, and not by Cleo , our "hurl happy" cat. Dr. Theo concluded that since Leo, our precious little toy poodle, was dumb enough to lap up Cleo's cat vomit, that Cleo, our "hurl happy" cat was smart enough to oblige Leo, our dumbass poodle. So ultimately we had to make the decision on whether to get rid of Cleo, our "hurl happy" feline, or Leo our "lap happy" canine. To make a long story short, my wife, Margaret, said "I'm not getting rid of a smart cat and keeping a dumbass poodle". So Cleo stayed with us and Dr. Theo was nice enough to adopt Leo and we all lived happily ever after. Oh, by the way, Cleo still pukes up the biggest old wad of hair and tuna twice a day and three times on Sunday. I think he just misses Leo.
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