One night, I was walking downstairs, and i heard stitch moning on the coutch

Me: what's wrong

I said, as I saw him sitting on the coutch with his hands over his belly

Stitch: I dont feel so good

Me: what happened

Stitch: I guess I ate to mutch cake and ice cream at that party we went to earlier

I walked over to him, and sat next to him

Me: i understand

Stitch: oh, I think I'm gonna vomit

Me: oh crap!

I quickly pick him up, and run to the bathroom, and place his head towards the toilet for him to vomit, and vomit he did

Me: I think your sick, I better get you to bed

I place him on the coutch, and pulled a blanket over him

Me: dont worry you'll be ok

I've treated him for about a week, and he eventually got better

Stitch: *sigh* thanks thad

Me: no problem

I said as I slowly rubbed his belly

Stitch: w-what are you doing

Me: rubbing your belly, dont you like it

Stitch: oh, yeah I like it

Me: glad ya like it