Having never owned a cat, only a dog, and a couple of dumb kids, I would think that running the machine through a wash and rinse cycle on the hot water setting will get rid of any unpleasantness left by your feline friend.

Rose

Thankfully you knew they should only be air dried. Doing them in a dryer is not only quite noisy; but hair and hurl plug the lint filter pretty quickly . . . .

Rose

Roberta, my cat, will only puke on the hardwood floor in the dining room or carpet in the living room, never on the vinyl floor in the kitchen. Aren't cats just that way?

. . . and aren't they good at doing it ONLY around meal times . . .

or when someone is visiting who doesn't like cats . . ...

and they seem to have multiple false alarm hacks . . . . warming up for the final blessed event . . . .

I would just run through a load with no clothes and soap and bleach. that should clean out the machine.

Rd

Lee AKA Fireraven9
How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
In his own grounds. - Pope

My cats like to blow chunks in the food bowl, in the window sills, and on the dining room table but never, ever on the floor. I had one barf in the back of a television and that was the end of the television.

I woke up the other night to heaving noises just in time to see our miniature daschound heaving over my husband's head! I got him off the bed in time to save my husband from getting an ear full.

I'd rather deal with critter barf than dirty diapers any day!

My cats (all four of them) whether it be hairballs or just overeating, always choose the piece of the carpet that they've never puked on before and they even choose the spots that DD has never spilled anything or was not destroyed by the bunny rabbit.

This morn as I was heading downstairs, I slipped on fresh watery puke on the ceramic tile. Did not see it.

Never heard of a cat barfing in the washing machine, this is a new one! wow!

- darkeyedgirl

One time my dog blew chunks under the bed while DH and I were...you know. Then, in true canine form, she proceded gobble it back up very loudly. Not the most romantic background music. They do have incredible timing. :^)

I gues everyone who has indoor pets can relate to this topic. Judith

On a different occassion, my boyfriend's pit bull, Max (Because he's of MAXimum size, lol!) started heaving, and of course I wasn't about to grab HIM up and hold him over the toilet! I was running after him, trying to hold a towel under his mouth, to protect the carpet. He kept slinging his head from side to side, avoiding the towel, looking at me as if to say "You nut! I'm about hurl! Get that nice clean towel out of my way!"

Now, I just let him do his business and resort to cleaning up the aftermath.

Anyway, we get ready to make her puke, set up newspaper all over the kitchen floor, get some towels to clean up...she start heaving, then takes off into the living room to puke behind a couch! ARGH!

Lee AKA Fireraven9
"Goddess Bless us, every one!" (my friend Marky)

I would have THANKED her for urping in the washer, and cutting out the middle man, the paper towels!

One of my cats has thrown up in my houseslippers at least twice. One time it was still warm when I put my foot in it as I got up to go to the bathroom....eewwwww

Like Flamingo, I would Thank my cat for throwing up in such a nice tidy place to clean up. LOL

Her cohort liked to sleep in the dryer.

We were always panicked about starting either one of them up!

We bought an Oriental to hide cat puke stains, and he wouldn't throw up on it. Except once, when he threw up on the part of the design that was the exact color of the cat puke!

Would that I was able to share some of our funnier stories.

My cat decided to start gagging over the keyboard one day as I typed, I grabbed her and ran for the door. She was kind enough not to get any on the carpet, no it all landed in my husband's soccer bag.

You know, I need to get my cat in to the vet somehow. bcs she's barfing more than the normal hairball setup.

So, I laughed at how funny these posts are, but also because of a school project my first grader did last year with his wet cat in the washing machine.

I dug around for the 3 photos he used for a school project and then added some that we did not use.

Enjoy the show!!

Michele

My cat tends to like to through up in odd places too (this is only part of the reason she is now an outdoor kitty) I think the worst though was when Punkin barfed in the middle of my comforter while I was asleep so that when I woke up in the morning I put my hand in it.......definately not as bad as it could have been though....at least it was on top of the covers not under them. Tell you what though I have never seen the cat move as fast as she did that morning when I started hollaring:)

Fortunately we're crate training the dog, and last night we had the presence of mind to carry crate, dog and all, outside and just left her out, poor thing had more to do - the first night, wife let dog out of crate, which meant she tracked diarrhoea all over the place...not a good look or smell

Many years ago I was staying at a girlfriends house when I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I encountered a bad smell and a squeching between my toes, their cat had diarrhoea...just lucky I guess. As a house guest, I declined cleaning it up, just settling for washing my feet and heading back to bed....

If cat puke in your washer is the worst of it, then half your luck :)

As others have said, if it isn't chunky, just run a hot cycle....

Make sure no one ever deletes this!

We had a cat many years ago who would have her kittens in strange places. The worst were beside my pillow one night - I was groggy and couldn't for the life of me figure out where those strange sounds were coming from - and under the covers, at the foot of my parents' bed. DDad came home from work at 3AM, got undressed, got into bed with no socks... those were some impressive yells. This was about the time the Alien movies were coming out.

Also, some friends' dog somehow eliminated inside one of her socks, which then got folded up, put away, and you can fill in how she found out about that one.

I can't count the times I've stepped right in the middle of a fresh warm squishy puddle or pile and had it ooze through my toes... I can't begin to recount the strange places I've found upchuck or excrement, sometimes a bit of both... and I can't begin to imagine my life without all the mess and melee associated with puking children and pooping pets! I've loved every minute of it, and I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat!

When you love someone or something, you have to take the bad with the good... having a strong stomach and a good sense of humor are absolute musts when you're a Mom and a breeder!

And now... I'm having a blast changing the foul smelling diapers that my Grandchildren lovingly fill for me! And I'm happily wearing the crusted shirts that my Grandbabies have aimed projectile vomit at! The cycle continues, and I continue to bust a gut whenever I look back and recall all the time I spent, rag and cleaner in hand, on my knees, cleaning up whatever spewed out whichever end of my cherished children and beloved pets!

Keep this thread alive... please!

Never mind the cat spewing chunks in the washing machine, my wife has spewed in it a couple times when washing my work clothes.

I just happened to be making a huge pot of homemade chicken soup at the time, and thought that a nice warm bowl might be just what she needed. I served, she ate.

A short while later, she came to me again, and this time said, "I really don't feel good... I think I'm going to..."

And before she could finish her sentence, she clasped both hands over her mouth and began running toward the bathroom. She stopped short in the kitchen doorway, and proceeded to spray the entire lower half of the kitchen, the floor covered in indoor-outdoor carpeting, with partially digested chicken soup, chunks and all!

I watched in horror as my poor little girl, tears rolling down her cheeks, emptied her stomach in the largest vomit pattern I've ever seen! I didn't think that bowl of soup was that big! I didn't think her stomach was that big!! She was just a little girl!!!

My husband came toward the kitchen, and just as quickly backed up, holding his hands over his mouth. He's never been very good at the whole "keeping a strong stomach around the kids" thing. The sight, sound, smell or thought of vomit makes him vomit.

After assuring my daughter that it was perfectly ok... and after calming her, and her stomach, down for the night... guess who spent the rest of that evening trying to remove chicken soup from kitchen carpeting?

The moral of this story is... never fill an upset stomach with chicken soup... but if you do, have plenty of towels and carpet cleaner handy!

While this story may not seem very humorous to some, I laugh very hard every time I think about it... perhaps you had to be there, but the kitchen I speak of was huge, and there was vomit sprayed in every conceivable corner and crevice, nook and cranny, cabinet door and wall, table and chair leg, appliance... you name it! It took be the better part of a night to completely clean the mess up, in between bouts of my own stomach rolling and heaving... but we Mom's are a tough bunch... I managed to keep my cookies down throughout the entire cleaning process, although, I'll never know how!

jodik I think your story is HILARIOUS! When my oldest son was 5, we were at church on a Sunday evening for Christmas pageant practice. He started saying, "Mommy my tummy hurts." My best friend took one look at him and said, "he's going to puke in the car on the way home." Well, I decided she was wrong so I sped home about 50 MPH in a 35 zone.

He preceded me through the back door. He'd taken one step into the kitchen when WHAM - same spray vomit you described. I have heard a kid's stomach is the same size as their fist, but he must have had 10 gallons of vomit packed in there!!!

At least we have vinyl floor, no carpet, so the clean up wasn't that bad, but I did have to wash all the coats that were hanging on the kitchen coat rack because they were in the line of fire.

And I couldn't wait to tell my best friend the next day that she'd been wrong - he didn't puke in the car...he waited to go off like a fire hose in the kitchen!

Now why didn't he do it in the DRIVEWAY or YARD before we got into the house? Kids!

But I have to tell the story of my niece when she was young. She was helping dig out the pumpkin for Hallowe'en. The smell of it was too much for her and she brought up inside the pumpkin! She doesn't live that one down.

Sherry

I have all sons and was married to a redhead for a time. I can take anything, or so I thought.

Son #5 would suck down his 8oz of formula inhumanly fast if you didn't slow him down. If you didn't burp him at 4oz (gently!) and again at 8oz., you'd get to see the formula again. All of it.

Having learned from sons #1 thru #4, I always sat in the choir loft at church so that if (when) one of the little rascals acted up, I could make a fast getaway. So it was on a beautiful Sunday morning, I was feeding burpy son in the loft.

My attention was diverted by the sermon and I lost my concentration. The next minute I had an empty baby bottle in my hand. My son got 'the look' and then projectiled the used formula over the loft. The whole damn bottle's worth. Time was suspended for a moment as it seemed to hang there in midair for one horrifing instant before it's plunge into the congregation below.

The kids and I, diaper bags and all moved as one and sped down the steps and out of that church and avoided the mini-riot that surely ensued.

I heard it was quite the talk for many years.

Our Kitty was a good mouser, something I appreciated (except for that one time).

Cat's in the kettle

Did you ever think, when you eat Chinese
It ain’t pork or chicken but a fat siamese?
Yet the food tastes great, so you don’t complain.
But that’s not chicken in your chicken chow mein.
Seems to me I ordered sweet-and-sour pork
But Garfield’s on my fork.
He’s purrin’ here on my fork.

There’s a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
The place that I eat every day at noon.
They can feed you cat and you’ll never know
Once they wrap it up in dough, boys:
They fry it real crisp in dough.

Chou Lin asked if I wanted more
As he was dialin’ up his buddy at the old pet store.
I said "Not today. I lost my appetite.
"There’s two cats in my belly and they want to fight."
I was suckin’ on a Rolaid and a Tums or two
When I swear I heard it mew, boys:
And that is when I knew...

There’s a cat in the kettle at the Peking Moon
I think I gotta stop eatin’ there at noon.
They say that it’s beef or fish or pork
But it’s purrin’ there on my fork.
There’s a hair-ball on my fork.

Here are the lyrics to the original song:

Cat's In The Cradle
(Harry & Sandy Chapin)

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good time then

I've got 2 female cats and one of them is a puker. She threw up on the top of the TV one time, and I cleaned it up, but some must have dribbled down inside the back of the TV. Next time I turned it on, it hissed and crackled, so that was the end of that TV. She needs to eat small meals and pretty plain food - no fish, dairy, table food (a little chicken with no seasoning okay). One time my son fed her a piece of pepperoni, and as I explained to him that her stomach can't tolerate food like that, she threw up the pepperoni on the floor in front of him. Wish making a point with a teenager was always that easy!

The other cat has an iron stomach - BUT she has a very temperamental personality. When she's irritated (sometimes with very little provocation), she liberally uses her claws and teeth. She has sent me to the emergency room not once, but twice! Both times for blood infections, one from a scratch and one from a bite. The bite was pretty serious, it was infected in less than 12 hours - the saliva of a cat must rival the Komodo dragon. Of course, it was a Sunday, 2 days before Christmas, and the on call doctor would not prescribe antibiotics over the phone for a cat bite. Both the lady who did the intake and the doctor at the ER looked at me oddly and asked the same thing - "WHAT did you do to your cat???" (I was scratching her back!!)

"Forget my litter box? I'll show you!" LOL.