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Hi BeeBop. I want to tell you about my cat, Velcro. She’s a little puker too. Before she does, she makes a sound like “uga, uga, uga”. When me or my husband hear it we rush over and grab her and put her over the tile floor or put a paper towel under her face. It keeps us on our toes.
Dear Gwyn & Anita: Thanks for your comments. Gwyn; do you have little furry buddies of your own? Tell me about them.
Anita; that’s good that you don’t let Velcro sleep up there. You are right, you might have had a stealth puking.
Actually I’m going to tell you a secret – don’t tell anybody else. We cats are really mini-gods put here on Earth t o try and take care of you humans. When you rush over to us when we’re up-chucking we’re making you guys exercise.
It’s part of Super Cat’s 9 directives to us cats on Earth – the physical fitness part. You see, a lot of humans sit, eat and watch TV too much. If it wasn’t for us they’d never get any exercise at all. So don’t worry about Velcro’s hurling, just keep alert and try to move faster.
Okay, that’s enough on that pukey subject. Remember I was talking about dogs. I do like dogs. When I was a little kitten (here’s a picture of me. Don’t I look cute?) 
Maggie – one of my other cat mates – used to beat the tar out of me. She really took advantage of my small size. She was really a mean witch. Now that I’m grown up, that don’t happen anymore. But she still keeps trying to sneak up behind me and smack me in the butt when I’m not looking. What a twit!
Anyway, we used to have this really neat German shepherd living with us, Amity. That was about ten years ago. So now you know how old I am. Anyway, I would curl up with her on her doggie mattress and Maggie wouldn’t come near me. Soon Amity and I became real good friends – she was like my body guard until I got big enough to defend my self from that psycho Siamese.
Amity died a few years after that. Really made my human terribly sad. I use to sit on his lap a lot and try to make him feel better. Well now, like I said, they’ve got three more of them. They all treat me good, except for this one evening. I was walking around outside and the big male, Lucky, came running after me and started roughing me up. I took off running and the bustard chased me. The two other females decided it was a neat game and they started chasing me also. How rude! Unlucky for Lucky my human, Michelle, saw him do it and chewed his butt out good and then ran him into the house.
Man that was really a Three Dog Night! I think my humans should have given the mutts some doggie downers. (Caution: consult your local veterinarian before making any dietary changes. Ask him if Doggie Downers are right for your pet.) Thinking back on it, I can’t figure out why the dogs decided I was fair game to chase. I wonder if it had anything do with the fact that me and Miss Rhonda Raccoon were making out earlier.