Poorly

Artur had prawns. Artur loves prawns. Artur’s digestive system does not like prawns.  He sicked up all over the potting shed this morning.

I didn’t know that as I wasn’t up there. I was outside our house, lacing up my workboots ready for the day.

But along came the cat and he swayed and meaowed and just glared at the front door. He never comes inside as he is usually happy with his own home and his potting shed.  But by the look of  him, he needed to lie down in the morning in front of the fire.  I couldn’t say no. He snoozed and purred and lay very, very still (we all know that nausious feeling) for about three hours.

Then leapt up, leapt out the door and was off. Thanks for the warm house in front of the fire. Better now. Phew.

And Jean Daniel was kind enough to clean up the poor cat’s sick. How is that for neighbourliness?