Hi, I'm Bella. And no, I was not named after the girl from Twilight.

I'm an 11-year-old torbie (tabby + tortoiseshell), and I barf. A lot.

I barf on the floor, I barf on the carpet, I barf on the windowsill, the couch, and, most recently--into my human's expensive, genuine leather moccasins.

I have an annoying little sister named Charlie who torments me to no end.

I barf to feel ALIVE.