Now here's a great plan. Tired of sleeping in sheets that cats had puked on a hundred times over (don't worry I wash them before sleeping in them again) I decided to buy new sheets. Then forgot to close the bedroom door while out shopping which led to the discovery that Pushkin had snuck in and hurled all over the new sheets. To which I politely said "Jesus fucking Christ Pushkin!" (I use the Spanish pronunciation "Hayzeus" to lessen the blasphemy). Now off to find a loonie so I can wash these now no longer pristine sheets.