"I like my boo boo. It feels GOOD." That's a direct quote. That's something she actually said while staring at me dead in the eyes.
So, when she woke up Sunday morning screaming, thrashing and looking totally insane I knew there was only one answer. Tough guy had a head cold. Sure she can handle anything...until her nose is stuffed up and then it's game over.
She's like a man. A tiny, demanding man. I knew the next 24 hours were going to be tough so I tried to approach it with enthusiasm.
I called it HEAD COLD SUNDAY! It's gonna be an extravaganza of COUCH TIME! With lots of CUDDLING! Featuring bonus TV SHOW viewings! I need a SARS MASK and mainline of VITAMIN C! MARVEL AS I TRY TO KEEP UP THIS ENTHUSIASM!!!
|Poor little monkey.|
|Cats just KNOW when their people are sick. Pickles was a champ on Sunday.|
If you need me, I'll be at the Pharmacy buying a year's worth of Vitamin C, Cold FX and Purell.