I have a great story. Wanna hear it?
|A view of the upset tummy|
So last night Mommy was laying in bed with the lights out and I hopped up for a snuggle. I always cuddle up on her right side (I have dibs) and last night was no different, except I really wanted to get on top of her and prop myself up. At first Mommy was happy to accommodate me but then
I made a pest of myself wanted to lie on her soft chestal area, which is sore (underneath) from her coughing all last week. Not an ideal place to make biskits. So she moved me over to her side and petted me to settle me in, and discovered that I was shivering! In waves, over and over. Of course I got checked out and Mommy discovered that my tummy was roiling like I had a coffee percolator in there. Immediately she worried that I had eaten something Bad. She listened to my tummy again, and held me close and talked to me. There was no way she was going to go to sleep when her Best Gray Man was sick!
Naturally I hated her fussing over me so I left.
Mommy got up for a drink of water, didn't see me anywhere, and callously went back to bed to give sleeping another try. I jumped up to visit and shivered some more. Mommy got all worried again. If my tummy hadn't felt so bad I would have been having a marvelous time, driving her crazy.
She fussed some more so I boogied. Again.
Then, just as Mommy was drifting off to sleep, my triumphal moment of relief arrived in the form of a HUGE yak. Like almost 67 gallons. In the dark, and Mommy has bare feet.
|ha ha ha ha ha!|
Mommy finally got to go back to bed about an hour later.
Who knew that
gobbling down eating a ton of stinky goodness all at once could be so entertaining? Twice.
XX Rupert XX