My wife was out of the house by 7 this morning to get to work early, while I was looking forward to a relaxed couple of hours au lit before going for my sandblasting session at the dental hygienist's. One of my cats came upstairs to join me for his customary morning stroke, but then vomited copiously all over the (fairly fresh)duvet cover. Jumping off the bed, he then reprised his performance on the carpet. In a flash I leaped out of bed, removed the cover and, having scraped off the solid material (completely unaltered pouch as far as I could discern)put it straight into the wash. Then back upstairs to clean the carpet. Then I hung the duvet on the line, which in the very brisk breezes predominating today, was dry in 2 hours and ready to put back on the bed.
And the cat? Seemed fine; certainly ate his lunch with enthusiasm and failed to see it again.
And my teeth? My wife's verdict: she couldn't tell the difference. What's the point? I wonder...
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