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Aug. 14th, 2018 07:15 amI was awakened at 4 AM by the cat throwing up. No pitiful meows - just hork, hork, hsplat! I didn't want to deal with it, so I made a mental note.
Of course I didn't get back to sleep immediately - Galen had to groom my face and purr pitifully, because one of the rules after he throws up is that I need to comfort him.
When I got up an hour later, I detoured around the usual area he throws up in. (Generally the center of the doorway and rug beyond.) Whereupon squish, I put my bare foot in a pile of cold cat puke.
Happy Tuesday, everyone.
Of course I didn't get back to sleep immediately - Galen had to groom my face and purr pitifully, because one of the rules after he throws up is that I need to comfort him.
When I got up an hour later, I detoured around the usual area he throws up in. (Generally the center of the doorway and rug beyond.) Whereupon squish, I put my bare foot in a pile of cold cat puke.
Happy Tuesday, everyone.
