So tonight we all piled in the car to go to a burning x party on the other side of the mountain. Sergio's parents have 3 enormous cats so we put Frankie in our bedroom, fed her and gave her water and a litterbox and privacy. We were gone three hours
We come home. i bring her out of the bedroom and in my arms, petting her. She's not having any of it. She's burrowing her head in my elbow and just too overwhelmed to move. I ask Sergio if I let her go, he can keep an eye on her.I don't want her to hide under furniture or get cornered by one of the big boys who are watching her
Then proceeds to make a beeline for the platters laid out for the boys. We go to stop her. Sergio's mom says no, she's her grandcat, she can eat whatever she wants
My inlaws are the kind of people who leave food out for the cats but also put out like all kinds of food depending on what each one likes. Frankie had a goddamn smorgasboard. She moved from dish to dish to dish
My vet said that some cats just live to throw up and after careful consideration, I'm pretty sure she's right. I swear sometimes Punk throws up just for entertainment.
now watch as she begs for her own dinner