I was having a wonderful dream where I was getting to experience one of those exclusive things celebrities come up with (in this case, fudge that was cat-friendly and something else that had special scents but was all-natural or something) and Andrea Bocelli was singing.Â? I reached out and held his hand and was enjoying it when all of a sudden…
BREEEEEEEEEEEEEHCH!Â? BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHCH!
I woke up and Finian was spitting up his breakfast.Â? I had to leave Andrea and the cat-friendly fudge and clean up the cat vomit before Freya decided to eat it!
CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah yes, there’s nothing quite like waking to the sound of a wretching cat. Why do they have to do it right next to the bed??
My dad used to call it “Six Hugos and a Ralph” — next time one of the cats is working up to a good hurl, you’ll see what he meant by Hugo and Ralph. It describes the sound perfectly.