It Wasn't Human

So Sam, our cat, has not been feeling well lately, which has kept the poopsmith quite busy. Early this evening I took him to the Vet, which if you know Sam, you know wasn't a pleasant experience. Lots of hissing. Diagnosis: Constipation. Prescription: Cat Enema. I left Sam at the Vet, and he was ready a couple of hours later. The written report said, "Sam was quite 'full' but the enema cleared most of it out." I soon discovered what they didn't get out had my name all over it. Sam and I returned home. After dinner I was downstairs and got a whiff of something awful. I turned around only to discover lots of feline diaria on the floor, plus Sam was throwing up foam. Smell literally from the depths of his bowels. It wasn't human. "No, for real, the Poopsmith is a good guy, he's just got a crappy job."