I cooked a steak tonight on a grille that is a knock-off of a Foreman grille. Of course, I shared it with Jake and George (Gracie does not care for steak).
George begged and begged for more, so I gave it to him.
About an hour later, he barfed up both his dinner and the steak. Smelled wonderful, it did.
(Eat my steak and then barf on the furniture; I should have named him "Joe Lieberman.")
I don't know why cats seem to do pukes in three series and move a foot or so between each one. It'd be a lot easier to clean up if they could just barf in just one spot.
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6 hours ago
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And they go off of the wood floor onto a carpet. Very thoughtful.
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