My favorite (not): Waking up on a cold winter’s night to the not too distant sound of the cat yakking up a hairball and the Friskies Salmon pate’ she had for dinner. You’re faced with a dilemma: Do you get out of your warm bed tired and cranky to score some paper towel and cleaning product and scoop up the warm goodness on the floor? Or do you go back to sleep, hoping you will remember upon waking that somewhere there is cold cat yakk on the floor and that you won’t step into it with your bare feet?
