While I looked askance at Josie last week for drinking from the little water-bowl that I had set up especially for Cammie, my Chubs does much more that is endearing than annoying. One of the things that she has learned is not to throw up on rugs or carpets.
After years of hurrying to carry or push her into the bathroom, where there is no floor covering, whenever I hear the tell-tale signs of impending vomit, my senior cat has learned to go there herself. This weekend, I heard the ‘woo-woo-woo’ of Josie feeling the chuck upping; hastening to the bedroom, where I knew she was, I observed Josie trotting down the staircase beside the bed. She walked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom and there deposited her refuse. I spoke warmly to her about her actions. Going to the bathroom, not vomiting, I mean.
I have noticed several times upon coming home that someone, undoubtedly the Great White, had puked in the bathroom (or in the storeroom, which is similarly uncarpetted). There is now and then a small spot on the rugs, but its size means that it was a final surge, probably unexpected, after the first two or three projections. For the most part, Josie makes it to the floor that is easiest to clean.
She is a smart cat. She may not know why I prefer her to throw up in the bathroom, but she knows that it is preferred, and so she tries her best to accommodate me. She has done this for some years now. It's hard not to love such a considerate cat.