Yesterday, Anastasia, our elderly Russian Blue, started throwing up. A lot. I don't remember seeing The Exorcist, but I'm pretty sure that's the movie where Linda Blair throws up green pea soup. Fortunately the cat's puke wasn't green, it was cat food. At first. Then consistency changed. It was especially startling when she was sitting in front of me on the coffee table and all of a sudden a gallon of viscous water poured out of her. She's not hiding like most cats do when they are sick, she wants to hang out like she normally does. Which means the mess keeps happening in the only carpeted room of the house.

I hope she's okay. Maybe it's just hairballs gone crazy, she's been having some allergy issues. Which is ironic considering I'm allergic to cats. It was a near disaster when we awoke to the sounds of her puking in the bedroom early this morning, and realized she was on the bookcase/headboard. Poor kitty.