Canine Maid Service

So, my cat throws up in the kitchen and decides to just stare at me after doing so, as if to say,

“Come clean this filth, peasant.”

I groan and toss my head to the ceiling in frustration, having just sat down on the couch. 

Before I can get up to clean the vomit, I hear vigorous chomping and slurping coming from the area. I peer over the couch to find my dog, licking her lips, looking back at me.
 
My cat sees what has happened and slinks by me, a look on her face that says,

“This isn’t over.”

Sometimes, the universe just takes care of itself.