Yuck

Me:  "Did you notice that The Damn Cat* threw up in our room again"

John: "Yep"

Me:  "You know, what's the point of having a dog if she can't take care of those kinds of things for us?"

John:  "Why don't you show it to her"

Me:  "EEEEW!  I don't want to KNOW she ate it. Can't she just quietly clean it up just like Midnight used to do?"

John: "I suppose she's not that kind of dog"

Me: "I suppose not.  I guess that's a good thing."

John:  "Yep"

Me:  "So who's gonna clean it up?"

For the record, John did clean it up, but then found another pile of kitty hork under the baby's cradle and left it for me.  Fancy is clearly not pulling her weight in this area in my opinion.

*I have officially changed the cat's name to The Damn Cat formerly known as Maxine because a) the baby's name is Max and b) I call her The Damn Cat more often than Maxine anyway.