Fucking gross
I woke up to the sound of Art lurching. He was about to throw up, in the only room of my apartment with carpet, dang. I ran and tried to get him out but he hacked on the carpet, giving me a chore. I put him in the living room and went back to bed with my door shut. When I woke up I expected vomit to be around the living room. I walked out and saw what I thought was vomit but when I picked it up with a paper towel it looked to dark for that. I instinctively took a big whiff and almost vomited myself. I went to where Art was on the window sill and sure enough I caught him poo handed. Or poo butted, I guess. Indeed he had had diarrhea and managed to drag a dingleberry across the living room. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the floor and cleaning Art's butt. I also had to clean the window sill and when I went outside barefooted realized I had mistakenly forgotten to check the door stoop for Art's hidden presents. This has been one of the most disgusting days of my life.