So it came a week late, but it came. I woke up around 6am with bad stomach cramps, and then the stuff started coming out of all ends. Yup, I spent the day with what the BF had last week it seems. As long as I could stay asleep, I was good, the minute I woke up . . . blaaaaaaarg. By 11am I finally had to force myself up because the dogs were getting restless. I was trying to get cleaned up before taking them out, but I didn’t move fast enough or acknowledge Nikko enough. The brat lifted his leg on my desk chair, which unfortunately had my coat on the back of it! I was not pleased at all. I cleaned it up as best as I could, but it will be going to the cleaners for sure.
I spent most of the day on the couch trying to recover and yelling at animals to be quiet and stop jumping on me. I realized the Percy cat turned one recently. HE was born mid-April last year and given to us on Mother’s Day. He’s a very small cat and that had me concerned. Was he the runt? Did we not feed him enough? The cats have a big bowl of dry food, but Percy is picky. He’ll eat it if he’s starving, but he’d rather have wet. He’s the only cat we give wet to, and generally he just nibbles a bit, walks off and lets the fat cats have the rest. Brat. Compared to the other fat cats, he’s very small. The BF says he’s not abnormally small, the other cats are just abnormally large.
And now I will leave you with the lesson learned today. If you have to barf, let the chunks fly. Don’t hold it in trying to get to a toilet or a trash can, even if you spew all over the brand new carpet. If you hold it in, it will come out your nose. Let me tell you there is nothing worse than having to smell barf whiff all day long!