So I get home from work to find a pile of kitty puke in the bathroom (right on the rug, of course, because in the *whole* bathroom she has to puke right on the rug) which is gross, but happens. So I clean it up and head towards my room to change out of my work clothes. Kitty is on my bed and, from the kitchen, I start to hear kitty throw-up noises.

"Not on my bed! Not on my bed, dammit!"

I make it into my room in just enough time to pitch kitty off my bed so that she can hack up her hairball onto my floor.

Thank god for hardwood flooring, though.