She's A Clever One I Tell You

This morning Flora gave all she had to wake us up at 5 in the morning to feed her. We ignored her. She then threw up all over Brock's church clothes (that he had placed on the floor) to get our attention. It worked. Brock cleaned up the mess while I ignored it all (I'm telling you, he is going to be an awesome dad, I might be lacking in the mother category). Then she demanded to be fed.

She does this every single time when we don't get up right away to feed her in the wee hours of the morning. We took her to the vet to find out if she was internally sick. An exam, tons of blood work, and a hefty bill later resulted in there being nothing wrong with her. She's a clever one I tell you.