This morning my black cat puked up about a cup of watery wet-foody dry-cookie-y stomach processed goop.
This was his breakfast. I felt slightly agitated by the event. I don’t know how he felt, but soon enough he was stalking the kitchen in search of more food.
I gave him dry food. Just a little.
He ate it. Then he walked away and licked his paws like it was a good meal.
Sucker.
