Actually it was Squirt, my mom's neurotic kitty. She pukes at the drop of a hat. Oh, it was funny, she was angry at my mom for three days straight. So angry that she slept in my room. I mean, that's saying something right there because she can't stand me. I like to pick her up and pet her when she rubs up against me. A capital offense. Any way, she's doing okay now. She's a whacko. But still, we can't medicate her, so we'd perfer that nothing "set her off." :-D