Technicolor yawn. Disgorging. Ruminating. Gagging. Hurling. Retching. Vomit. What else do they call it? I don’t care much for the terms and I care much less for the act itself. There’s one thing worse than throwing up once – and that’s throwing up twice … but even worse than that is watching Kaz come to my rescue. She means well but she’s not very good at it. I think she has a bit of a weak stomach, which doesn’t help. Not that she was holding my hair back or anything like that – she was on clean-up patrol.
I can’t believe she wouldn’t let me eat anything afterwards. I think she’s trying to work out what caused it, and is currently thinking “cookies” – she stocked up on a couple of brands she knows I love – and the problem may be that I love one of them too much – and good luck working out which one that might be Kaz.
Aunty M came around tonight to watch television with Sooz and Kaz. They all seemed to enjoy the show – The Queen’s Gambit – and I’m glad they did but I’m also glad that Kaz was playing with me as she watched. I did my best to keep my teeth and claws out of her legs. I’m good like that … sometimes!
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