Last night John, Petey and I were enjoying some TV courtesy of Netflix. It was getting close to the end when John yelled out something along the lines of "Gross Petey!" I looked over in time to see Petey puking in his ring bed. John immediately got up and got something to clean up the mess. Before he could get back with the paper towels Petey was eating the puke. Again, John yelled out something like "That's disgusting!" I was not saying anything because I was trying not to toss my cookies! John starts talking about how that is in the Bible like that will make me not hurl. I managed to squeak out that I didn't think Petey read the Bible.
We finished the show. Petey got in the bed and I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came out, I saw Petey licking his paws. Nothing unusual there. Not until, I got closer and saw that he was once again eating upchuck. I ran screaming from the room, calmly called for John, managed not to puke and summoned John to the room.
We decided the best thing to do would be just remove the comforter where Petey happened to be when the deed was done, and wash it in the morning. I realized I would be too chilly without a little extra cover, so we got the single size comforter from the middle bedroom.
I snuggled down to read a bit while John rinsed out the cloth he'd used to wipe off the comforter. Before John was finished, Petey once again returned his stomach contents. This time, I really did gag, and covered my head while John forcibly kept Petey from reingesting the foul matter yet again!!
We were able to clean up enough to get to bed at a decent hour, and Petey did not puke any more, since his stomach was empty.
