Guy calls in to Edge 102.5. He says he’s a ten year listener, but that yesterday was the first day he’d ever puked because of a radio show. Says that the description of a morbidly obese woman with explosive poop being sponge-bathed by an orderly reacted poorly with the shrooms he was eating.
He went to retch but, unwilling to puke on the shrooms, he vomits to the side.
Onto his long-haired, aggressive Maine Coon Cat.
So, whilst high, he had to bathe the cat to get the vomit out of the cat’s fur. He stays in the bathroom for a second after releasing the cat, only to walk out and realize his baggie of shrooms is missing.
A look around shows the cat, high as balls, in the corner. He estimates the cat ate about an eighth of a gram and, a full twenty-four hours later, is still in the corner with his cuddly mouse, staring at the ceiling.
Occasionally, it will slowly raise a paw up, and try to bat at it.
He says he’d be concerned, but it looks like the cat is having a pretty good time.