I have two kitties. Simon throws up fairly regularly and does not seem the least bit bothered by it. Max, on the other hand, has a stomach of iron. I swear, you could feed that cat nails and nothing would happen.
Well, at about 3am I start hearing "the noise" anyone with a cat that vomits knows what I'm talking about. I fully assumed it was Simon. We'll I turn on the light and there is Max sitting in front of a hairball and looking at me like "Mom! What happened? What is that?"
After I cleaned it up, Max was still following me around. When I got back into bed, he followed me and snuggled up on my pillow. I think the poor baby got scared! I guess he's not used to being sick. Once he laid down on my pillow and I petted him for a while, he seemed fine. He was back to his old self this morning!
Well, at about 3am I start hearing "the noise" anyone with a cat that vomits knows what I'm talking about. I fully assumed it was Simon. We'll I turn on the light and there is Max sitting in front of a hairball and looking at me like "Mom! What happened? What is that?"
After I cleaned it up, Max was still following me around. When I got back into bed, he followed me and snuggled up on my pillow. I think the poor baby got scared! I guess he's not used to being sick. Once he laid down on my pillow and I petted him for a while, he seemed fine. He was back to his old self this morning!