I brought all my mousies into our bedroom and into our bed to play including mom's favorite, the one with the sound chip with a real mouse squeek. I tossed it around on the bed and whapped it and mom (acci-dint of course) for quite awhile till it
Laters, I decided mom had enough sleepies so I got her up. Best way to do that is to walk on her and make fresh breakfast bread.
Having done that, she made my breakfast. I was hungry, kitties and she should have read my Tuxie mind but-she didn't take time to do the Vulcan mind meld with me this time. Her bad because I loved the choice and ate like there were goblins behind me. She had made & buttered her toast and poured the coffee and was on her way into the computer room when she heard the ol' familiar hack hack hack sound of me urking up my breakfast. I brought it ALL back up.
We have discovered that it's not a food allergy or any medical thing like that (and we have talked to the v-e-t) it seems to be ME making a piggy of myself and bolting down my food. Mom tries to help us both by giving 2/3's a can and that usually works (reserving the rest for 15 or so minutes later) and that works unless I love my meal so much I bolt it down. Then, it's all over but the horrified gasp.
So, I'm off to a great start to the day. Just sayin'.