Poor old Theo! He's having one of his funny turns, and keeps being sick. And because he's, frankly, a bit thick, as soon as he is sick, and starts to feel a bit better, he heads to the food bowl again. So today I've cleaned up more sick than I thought possible to fit into one medium sized cat.
He sounds like a football rattle, vomiting, so that made sure I was thoroughly awake at 5am, which is when he started. Thanks boy.
Poor old Theo. He does look sorry for himself.
The teenager is also sick, so I've been somewhat occupied today. I don't think I would have made a good nurse- vomit, sweaty brows and the like really not being my thing!