Gross

(Don't tell me I didn't warn you.)

Mojo is usually the one to hack up nasty "hairballs" (really puke mixed with hair). Moxie, never. Just now, I hear a retching noise and look up, and there's Mojo near me, just chilling. Moxie is the one retching? This I have to see.

There she is, in the kitchen, near the food dishes. On the floor in front of her is a perfect tube-shaped conglomeration of cat food and lettuce (oh yeah, she's the weird cat who eats lettuce, too). It's almost completely solid, like she had just chewed it a few times and spit it out again. A perfect, 8-inch long cylinder of cat food and lettuce. That she begins to eat again.

Gross.