Nobody who has to work the hours I do should ever find themselves woken up by the sound of a cat vomiting on their bed ON THEM at 3am.

Now faced with trying to fall asleep in a room that reeks with the processed meat stench of cat puke. This is the second time this has happened in two days. Not impressed with kitty. Kitty broken. Very very worried that Wesley might be dehydrated and really sick.

Wish there was an all-night clinic that I could take her to. Might take the morning off work to go to the vet if Ed has orientation obligations. Damn I’m tired. Graham Roumieu’s visual interpretation of Bigfoot’s feline problems, “You shitty cat, Craig” has never felt so relevant or so true.

You shitty cat, Wesley. Need sleep, NOT vomit.