A few minutes ago, one of the cats barfed on the floor. While I was in the other room convincing Sarah that I shouldn't be the one to take care of it, a second cat was busy doing the job for us (read: eating the puke). While Sarah thinks it's inestimably gross, I'm really not seeing any sort of downside here. As I write, the third cat is even trying to use (invisible) sand to cover up the spot on the carpet. They're like teenagers who threw a kegger and are trying to piece the lamp back together before Mom and Dad get home. If we can just get them to start emptying the litter box... (and if they'd stop leaving their beer cans behind the couch, that would be great too).