Poupoune is not feeling well. She stays very close to me, so close that once I run over her tail with my chair on castors. At the end of the day I here here vomiting. But instead of the small vomits she once in while leaves behind, this one was a gigantic pile of sick. When I made a picture of it –since I didn’t want you all to miss this– Pepe immediately started to eat it, but I locked him up in the kitchen and then cleaned it up. Even my grossness tolerance has its limits.