. . . a puker.

Oh, it started innocently enough when I was a kitten. Every once in a while, I would eat too fast, then throw up on the entry rug. Then I did it about twice a month for several years, for no apparent reason.

Now I am purging about once a week. Though my family lives in an apartment with hardwood floors, I prefer to expectorate on one of the nice cotton area rugs that live in the hallway, the living room, or the massage room.

I really like the swishing sound they make when they are put in the washing machine. Swish, swish.