After all the crazy foods that Mochi, the masked one, has eaten, he has shocked the pants off me. Since Sunday poor Mochi has not been able to keep his food in his tummy. On Saturday Roly the Grey was throwing up but it stopped quickly and I just figured it was the flea medicine that they insist cleaning off of each others heads. Trouble didn’t have a lick of tummy trouble. Mochi however, has really been put through the ringer. Today when I came home from the doctor and the store, we had to clean up white foamy throw up. This morning we had to clean up 4 different carpet spots of liquidy cat vomit. The little green machine has been used more this weekend than any time I can remember. Mochi was still drinking and eating until today. Today, after throwing up the white foamies, he made a nest on my bed and didn’t move until this evening around 6. He emerged when he smelled the Subway sandwiches come through the door. I had decided earlier in the day to make him some rice with chicken broth. That cat has eaten just about everything put in front of him and yet when given rice he sniffed around it and left. We mixed a little wet food with it and that enticed him to pick around the rice and just pick out the pieces of cat food. He has kept it down, drank some water and I am really hoping I don’t find anymore vomit around the house in the morning. If we do I will be calling the vet and taking him in. His nose is still wet, but he’s been pretty lethargic. I can hardly take it. Poor baby boy. He’s been awfully lovey dovey, more than usual, especially with me, but I can’t stand to see him sick and lazy. I would rather see him feisty and playful and be worried about getting clawed! Praying over this precious kitty. He’s become Berry’s best friend and follows her like a puppy. He even waits outside the bathroom door when she goes in. Plus, I don’t like those high vet bills.