Think this kind of thing is purely the stuff of a Woody Allen comedy? Nope. When I got up this morning at 5:55 AM (early for me), my aging Labrador came upstairs to greet me… and to barf at my feet. It was soooo gross. Went downstairs to let the dog out and discovered… yup, more of it. P.S. Sorry, Seth. But he’s a dog; not a cat. (Special thanks to brilliant cartoonist Brad Fitzpatrick for the illustration.)