If you’ve stopped reading my blog posts because they’ve become too depressing, I support and applaud that decision. Last night, Mist vomited once every couple of hours. She wouldn’t stay on my bed, because she knew she’d vomit and she wanted to be ready. This morning Mist is under my bed. This means she’s in pain. My only hope is that the vets at the Nyack Cat Clinic will be able to help her. I’m taking her there in about three hours.