I walk into the laundry room and I see Salem about to throw up into the litter box.
“No, you have to do it over there.” I point to the living room.
Salem lifts his head up, “Are you sure? I thought we were supposed to yak in here.”
“No, our human likes to clean it up over there, especially after she mops. I heard her say once, ‘If I had a nickel for every time you yakked on my newly clean floor, I’d be rich.'” I smile at Salem. “I figure if we do it a few more times, she’ll have enough to buy us a new cat bed!”