Soooo, a few minutes ago I heard that distinctive "I'm about to be sick" cat wail. As we have new carpets, I jumped up from my seat and attempted to shoo Geoffrey either into the kitchen or out of the house. Of course he ran straight upstairs and got under the bed. On the brand new carpet.
As he started to hoof, I panicked and looked around for the nearest object to contain the vomit and protect the carpet. The nearest thing to hand was hubby's copy of Evo magazine
I inserted it below Geoffrey's head and lo and behold, he vomited all over it. I furtively took the magazine into the bathroom, whereupon I discovered that the delightfully glossy cover had not yet absorbed any of the goo and I was able to slide it all off into the toilet. A quick wipe later, and I'm sure he will never know