So, yesterday I was pukey. The cats are always pukey. Well, Mo is. Chili usually keeps it together. Conal was pukey in that infant spit-up way, back when he was an infant. Now, every once in a while he’ll spit up but that’s about it.

Today, though. Today, he started gagging himself. Shoving his hand all the way to the back of his mouth until he’d gag. And doing it over and over again. And over and over. And not listening to me when I tell him to knock it off.

He did it so much that he gave himself the hiccups, which, combined with the repeated gagging, led to some actual puke. Just a little. But, still.

It’s gross over here. And I know it is only going to get grosser.