I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: What’s that on the floor? Let me eat it.
Me: NO!
Sweetie: How come? It smells delicious. Like one of your meals.
Me: No, it is not delicious. It is cat throw up. MoonCat’s delicate stomach acted up.
MoonCat: Meow. Tummy ache. Tunafish makes it all right.
Doodlebug: Why can’t we have nice treats? The cat doesn’t mind.
Me: Cat vomit is NOT, I repeat, NOT a nice treat. But why am I surprised? The Bible even says that a dog returns to its own vomit.
Sweetie: But that’s not ours. We are returning to MoonCat’s vomit. If I threw up, I would share with her.
MoonCat: Meow.
Me: Everybody just stay back while I clean this up.
Doodlebug: You see, I told you. We never get nice treats.
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Bulldoggy 
Yuck, as my Zoey consumes her own vomit.
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