This is the face of a kitten with a very bad tummy ache. Don't worry - she's fine now. This picture was taken yesterday after she projectile vomited in the kitchen among the freshly-purchased-but-not-yet-put-away groceries, and then again a few minutes later by the front door. The second incident was the last, because she managed to get out the hot dog-sized hairball that was apparently irritating her.
I'm not used to hairballs. Puke that looks like food? No problem. Puke that looks like it just came out of the bathtub drain? **gag**
So Elph spent most of the afternoon and evening lap-hopping. Whoever was warm and still generally had the kitten. We also took advantage of her lethargy to flea treat her again. The other cats are fine, but she's still got them. We gave her the last "big cat" dose this time, thinking maybe the last one wasn't effective because she weighs more than 5 pounds. And now she has the punk rocker spiky neck hair again. It's funny, but it makes her unhappy, and now I'm a little sorry we didn't wait until she was feeling better.
She just jumped back up on my lap, so this feels like a good time to stop writing. I'm back to work today, going to have a good time trying to not bite my tongue so hard it bleeds!
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Aw, poor Elph. I hope she's feeling better now.
Have I ever told you where Baxter pukes? Unless the urge sneaks up on him, which is rare, he throws up in the shower. At first you may think that that's gross but then you realize the brilliance of it. Easy clean up! No carpet involved AT ALL! It's especially brilliant when you consider that he has to open the glass door to even get in there in the first place. Such a clever kitty!
Now if only he could teach himself to use the toilet (and flush!) rather than the litter box...
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