Disturbing Maternal Instincts

my cat projectile vomited today.

i heard a gagging noise from the kitchen and i was like, "wtf was that?"

when i went into the other room and saw the drippy vomit spray covering the coffee table (and the majority of what was on it, including my nice leather photography portfolio book) my first instinct was surprisingly not, "eeewwww. gross."
it was, "oh kitty. are you okay?"
this feeling of course did not last as long as it took to clean it all up.

cat puke is gross.