reconnaissance mission yields nothing...

After a thorough inspection of the house, I've come up empty. Toilet paper in hand, I observed all carpeted areas, sleeping nooks, bed clothes and darkened corners. Nothing. Not even a little slime spot where he's half-yacked. There are no kitty pukes in the house. *scratches head* Baxter is staring at me like he knows something. I still think he's saving himself for a vomit of epic proportions. We'll see if we make it through the night puke-free.