Greasy Act of Kindness?

Last night I decided to make breakfast for dinner.  Bacon, fried potatoes, and scrambled eggs.  It was delicious.  To reward my patient dog and cat for staying out of the kitchen and generally not begging for scraps while I was cooking I decided to reward them with some bacon grease drizzled over their food for dinner. 

The dog was ecstatic and quickly downed his dinner which turned into loudly licking the empty bottom of his food bowl all the way across the dining room (wood) floor.  Did I mention he did this as loud as possible?

The cat, on the other hand, quietly took a few dainty bites of her food and didn't even make it half way through her meal before she decided she was done.  She must be concerned about what the bacon grease would do to her figure.

Immediately afterwards both dog and cat were merrily licking their chops and sitting in the living room with husband and me.  Dog sprawled out of the floor with his bone.  Cat hopped up on my lap then vomited all over my robe.  Thanks cat.

While I was cleaning myself up cat sat in the middle of the living room floor.  She started swaying like her head weighed too much.  Then she flopped on her side and laid there all lethargically.  Her eyes glazed over and she just stared into space.  When I went to pick her up she started moaning and groaning and making all sorts of sick noises.

At this point I'm really concerned.  My cat is never lethargic.  Or sick.  And has never puked on me.  Husband was not very helpful and told me that my greasy act of kindness was going to kill our cat.

So I did what any concerned pet owner would do.  I called my mom.  I know that you're not supposed to give dogs chocolate and wasn't sure if I missed the whole "you can't give cat's bacon grease" rule.  Mom had never heard of any such rule and said that puking was probably the best thing for her at that point.

Husband, dog, cat, and I all crawl into bed to watch some T.V.  Dog is very concerned about my dramatically sick cat.  Cat is groaning while huddled in a corner under my nightstand.  I try consoling the cat and cuddling with her, but that just makes her more miserable.  She seems to be giving up on life.  Now dog and I are really concerned.  So I fall asleep.  (You'd understand if it was 10pm and you had to wake up at 5:30am too!  Don't judge.)

12:31 am I am startled awake by cat's violent, theatrical, death screams.  And more projectile vomiting.  I've never heard anything like that in my life, and will have nightmares about it probably for the rest of my life.  Husband puts the cat to bed in the garage and cleans up her mess because when I just wake up from a dead sleep, I'm retarded.  I just sat there shakily asking him if I should help.  Because husband is the best and knows not to mess with my sleep he was very understanding and told me to just go back to bed.  So I did.  And had nightmares about my dramatic, yowling cat dying.

This morning I am glad to find that my cat is doing just fine.  She was even purring and attacking the menacing Q-tips that were threatening her life.  I will never again give her bacon grease.  Lesson learned.