There is nothing quite so disturbing as pulling on your nice clean PJs, throwing back the down comforter and sliding between the sheets into...a pile of fresh, steaming cat puke. Gah!
Why on earth would one of the fuzzy little fuckers crawl UNDER the covers to vomit???
So, into the laundry pile go the sheets, the duvet cover, and the PJs.
Little bastards. Grumble grumble complain...