It was lovely waking up feeling Boy at my feet. As if sensing I was awake or really, feeling my foot move, he walked over to my face and let me hug and pet him for the longest time. :) That is bliss.

Just after breakfast, Boy threw up his whole meal. Brown and clear biscuits. Poor child. He was eating them back when I ran out to check after hearing someone throw up. I dabbed it up and petted him before rushing off for work.

His Dad said he'd thrown up before, especially after eating our plants, my fern, particularly. I had checked and the fern is safe. He's happily napping beside me on his couch now. :D