Santino is 6 months old today. Just like a human baby, he barfed. He was sitting on the back of this livingroom chair, but as soon as I lifted my camera in for the perfect birthday shot, he barfed all over the chair. I watched in mild horror as the barf formed a puddle on the chair seat. By the time I unfroze, it was over, and all I got was him looking at the barf with a puzzled expression.
He had skipped dinner last night and breakfast this morning...so his tummy had been upset. He is fine now, however, sweetly cuddled in my lap.
Somebody is always barfing! And, it's always very shortlived, and I never get to the bottom of it, damn it. No hairballs, no stray rubber bands, no pieces of silk plant, nothing.
