My poor Tigger-love was sick this morning. It broke my heart because it was totally my fault. I fed them tuna. Had to clean up the mess in the middle of the night. She sounded like she might throw up again, so all three of us moved to the kitchen floor for the rest of the night just in case. Moos was such a good sport too. She licked Tig's face until Tig stopped making hiccup noises and fell asleep. Needless to say, I didn't get a lot of sleep.
She seemed all better when I left for work. Drank lots of water and ate well. Hooray for speedy recovery, Tigger! (Crossing my fingers there are no surprises waiting for me at home.)