That retching sound! Not something you want to hear at 4am...especially if it's under the bed!
You can hear them starting with the gloop, gloop, gloop. So, I race towards the noise and try and usher the little vomit freak to somewhere more suitable re; more easily wipeable surface. Sigh... They don't have favourite 'puking sites'. Anywhere will do, although they often try to camouflage their 'present' against the rug or carpet..or under a chair. If they've 'chameleoned' it then chances are you'll put your foot in it! Ack.
And the vomiting? It's usually due to over stuffing or fur balls. The latter are mank! So we groom them alot.
Yesterday evening I felt sorry for Darth Vader and opened her a tin of tuna. She sucks on her food nowadays and I thought mushed up fish would be ok for her. It was. She ate a bit and Tinks had a bit. The others weren't bothered. Anyway, I turns my back for a minute and it was all gone. Hmmm...one of the others must have eaten it.
Five minutes later, I can hear the gloop, gloop, gloop coming from the lounge and there they were. Two nice piles of nice, warm bleurgh....courtesy of the dog! Greedy little toerag had burgled the tuna from behind my back. She thinks cat food is nicer than her Senior Dog Food and so will nick it before eating her own. From now on, she's barred to the other side of the dog gate until feline feeding time is over.
Feeding time leads on to the next. The Joys of Animal Ownership Part 3 - The Pecking Order.