It was a gargling sound, undulating in the night. It wasn't totally strange, I had heard it before. I pulled my blankets over my head, hoping for it to stop. It was happening nearly every night now and I didn't like it. Something was definitely not ok.

I didn't want to get out of bed. But there it was again. The same gurgling sound. Then a squeak. I sighed and made myself turn on the lamp.

There it was, staring at me, licking his mouth.

'This isn't ok, Tinkles. Tomorrow I'm getting you another brand of food.'

And I walked into the kitchen to get an old cloth and clean my cat's vomit.