Poor Munchkin. Crazy humans chasing her around her house, dumping wet stuff in her ears..... if she were a cat, she'd poop in your shoes.
Boris ate some Fancy Feast tonight- so far, he hasn't upchucked. The vet gave him a shot to quell the nausea and we kept him off food overnight, hoping for a system reboot. He is still acting supremely happy to be home- I wonder if Haggis's trip to the Place of No Return had him kind of freaked? He still pooped on my bedroom floor, but since he hasn't eaten much it wasn't as epic as it could have been.