I Just Dodged a Bullet (Figuratively of Course)

While I was writing the last post, I heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a cat about to vomit. I looked over to see Sasha standing on carpeted floor, with her head over a pair of shoes. I jumped up, grabbed her, and nearly dove to get her over the nearest section of tile floor. It started coming out before her feet hit the ground. If I had been even half a second slower, then I probably would have been cleaning the carpet or the couch (the quickest path to the tile was over the couch).