Saturday Aethel got her vacines. No big thing. The vet said she might be unsually sleepy. Okay. The day passes without incident. Sunday morning at little before 6, I roll over in bed and realie it's wet. Gross. The cat was sick in the bed. Ew. Ew. Nasty. And the really sick thing is, I was so tired as it was not yet six a.m. that I honestly considered rolling over and ignoring it. That's gross.
(The mess is clean, the cat is fine, even if she was barfy most of the day. Toda she seems fine.)
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