Oh dear. Yesterday was not a good day. First I vomited up two furballs and then I vomited up more bile. I did this all night and I was not a happy cat. I kept everyone awake. Then the Almost Dad got mad at me for purring but it wasn’t me who was purring! It was Georgia. I was a quiet cat trying to get some rest. Then I vomited again. Momma was getting worried about me.
Just when I was starting to feel better, there was a knock at the door. I growled and went to hide. It was the people who were putting in cabinets for our kitchen. They were very noisy and I did not like it at all. It was too noisy. I got locked into the big bedroom. Momma hasn’t found that I have vomited any more though.
Maybe it’s because I am not an Irish cat but I have greenish eyes?