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December 15, 2007
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa....

You know what that sound is, don't you?

It's the sound of a cat throwing up.

It's the sound of my cat throwing up.

She's over there, somewhere in the darkness, throwing up.

She had been on the bed with me. I'm glad she went away.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaa....

There it goes.

There's a wet and fresh pile of puke nearby. Somewhere in the vicinity.

It must be three in the morning. Or thereabouts.

It'll still be there in the morning.

She's back on the bed now.

Pussycat, pussycat....


P.S. It's the following night and I still haven't found the puke.