Esk has always been a bit of a vomity cat. She gets quite a few furballs, and is also prone to eating grass, so we're used to cleaning up after her (well,
perlmonger is :)
she excelled herself last night; while I was, um, using the facilities in the bathroom, she turned up in the doorway, retching. No amount of shouting made her go away, and I was unable to desert my position, so she proceeded to throw up over the bathroom carpet. *And* over
Liessa.
I had to sponge off Little Ning! while
perlmonger manfully held on to her, despite being severely pierced by her dere little claws, and then he cleaned up the bathroom (I have a dreadfully weak stomach, and was already heaving badly).
Just what you want as you're going to bed ...