Sigh. One of my cats has a hairball or something he just can’t seem to get up. Poor little dude. The sweet refrain of a cat vomiting and dry-heaving is the background to my day.

I’m giving him petromalt, which he hates, so I have to put it on his paw so he’ll lick it off. He then acts as though I’ve betrayed his trust and flees for the back of the couch, but, conveniently, forgets about all this later.

Hope we don’t have to take him to the vet. Not only does he hate that, but I’m expecting Manhattan vet prices to be incredibly high.