Our elderly cat doesn't care for the warm air blowing out of the hair dryer and she usually runs away when it's switched on. So, I turned around from my sitting position on the side of the bed to see if she had moved from her spot as the hair dryer was going good-o. The cat was still there, but making the unmistakable hunching and unhunching movements of an approaching vomit. I stretched out and gave her a nudge to move her so that at least she'd get sick on the floor and not on the bed covers. She thumped down and disappeared. When I'd dried my hair, I went around to survey the damage. She'd got sick in my shoe. Sometimes you have to know when to give up.