Siiiiiick!

I'm sick! I'M SIIIIIICK!

Oh, I hate it! I can't remember ever having a cold before. I've seen the People sniffling and snuffling, and have alternated between offering sympathetic cuddles and laughing quietly to myself. But not moi. I don't GET sick.

Until now. Those flea-ridden, germ carrying shelter cats* have given me an "upper respiratory infection"- whatever that means. Feels a lot like a People cold. I'm stuffed up, I can't breathe, I-

What's that, Woman? What the heck is a "Darf Vater?"

Whatever.

What was I saying? Oh, I can't breathe. I snuffle and snort and sneeze, or I have to breathe through my mouth, and then I drool everywhere. SO embarrassing. The woman has been taking me into the bathroom with her when she has a hot shower, and that helps for a while, but it's not enough. I demand a cure! Now!

Eh... I'm too tired to demand anything. I'm too tired for exclamation points. I'm gonna go lie on the couch for a bit and look pathetic, and then maybe follow the woman around so she'll feel EXTRA guilty. Than I'm gonna sneeze in her face. And laugh to myself.



*You don't have to remind me where I came from, I know. But I didn't come home SICK.

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