Mommy gave me this great new box and said I was lucky to get it...because two nights this week I've woken her up emitting the dreaded Upchuck Gurgle and for some reason interrupted sleep doesn't thrill her. I'll tell you what doesn't thrill me: being rudely rousted out of my cozy spot right next to Mommy's pillow when I'm just about to yak! Really, who wants to barf on an impermeable tile floor? Where's the challenge, the artistry, in that?
Mommy is a heathen.
XX Hairball Hurlin' TJ XX