Woke at 6 today to the lovely sound of the cut puking under my bed. Twice. And then a third time under the kitchen table. I left a sealed package of beef, and pork, on the counter to defrost. I of course forgot to put them in the fridge before going to bed (I'm sick, mind isn't all there) The cat got into both of them, who knows what's making him puke. Little bastard constantly tries to eat our food as if he's never been fed before.