"I think the cat is bulimic..."

Ah yes, phone calls home. They're important, and touching. It's great how just telling Mom or Dad about something that happened can make everything better. And it's nice to know that the world is still turning back on your old block. But sometimes phone calls just can't convey the seriousness of a situation:

Me: Stephan's at a fire meeting and I'm doing dishes.

Parent: I think the cat is bulimic.

Me: What??

Parent: She eats all the food and then throws up right away.

Me: Is she losing weight?

Parent: No. But it's gross to have the pile of half eaten soggy food.

Me: Really?? Wow.

Parent: Well, she eats it again in about an hour.

Me: ... [really] ... [um] ...

Me: An hour? You don't clean it up before then?

Parent: No. Why should I? She eats it and then I don't have to deal with it.

Me: Um. Ew.

Parent: Exactly how do you pronounce BLECHAAAAHIICKK?