The cat starts to yak. Ugh. There’s nothing to do but wait for him to cough up his hairball and then clean it up. Har...

The cat starts to yak. Ugh. There’s nothing to do but wait for him to cough up his hairball and then clean it up. Hargh. Hargh. Hargh. Hargh. He starts to yak. And then — and then! — he jumps up onto the bed, looks me in the eye, and finishes, right there onto the bed. My wife may come home to one less cat. And that’s why I’m doing laundry at 6 AM.