Basically Pica, our cat, disagreed with the position of the floor fan that Michelle and I brought into the computer room over the Summer months. And by "disagreed" I mean her lunch disagreed with her stomach. The fan was on at the time.
Honestly, I was in the other room feeling miserable with the flu when it happened. Michelle shrieked and the folks she was on Ventrilo with while playing WoW thought she was fleeing the room in haste to take care of an ailing husband. Instead, she had bigger problems. The dialog is slightly exaggerated but only slightly.
