I woke up at four or five this morning because Zombi was making the most awful noises. Noises sorta like her regular ‘lonliest kitty in the world’ meows, but somehow more horrible.
Something was not right.
I go out to check on her, and find two little puddles of slightly frothy white kitty-puke. That special grossness that happens when they have nothing in their stomach to bring out. Shortly after that, she brought up more.
A few hours ago, I found the first vomit of the night. With my foot. So that was totally pleasant.
So, off to the emergency vet. No getting dressed for the outside world. I did not care. My cat was sick, and it seemed very bad.