Friday May 15th, 2009. Posted by Alex:
In the small hours of the morning…
About 3:00 am last night, to be precise. The dear cat, who is asleep in the crook of my arm, starts to retch. I am glad to report that I woke up quickly enough to get her out of the bed, so that the thumb-sized furball and its associated half-digested food paste was vomited out on the floor. Here she is, but in contented mood:
Sweet? (Go on, click to enlarge if you doubt it!)
A blog post about a hairball? Wow…this idea opens up a whole new realm of possibilities that are are endless, here (with 11 cats).
