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Oh, man, what else can I pounce on?

It's sooooo hooooooot

Man, is it hot. It's not like...like...like crazy Ewan McGregor hot. It must be seven basquillion degrees outside! It's so hot that I've actually forgotten to be afraid of the ceiling wheel of death. Not only that, but the blowy box of cold has been shut down by The Man, and it won't be back up until The Man decides it should be.

You see, my Erin's taught me a lot about The Man. She's taught me that The Man is here to take away my treaties and turn off the...the...aaaair comshmishioning. I do not like The Man.

And someone left me a treat! Whoever that person is, it is certainly not The Man.

The results are in! And the winner is...Lily!!

Okay, so I finally shook the cold, but now it's too hot! My Erin says it's "global warming," but I don't know what that is. I can only assume it has something to do with the reason they keep that terrifying wheel of death on the ceiling spinning twenty-four hours a day. I've just been hiding in the closet, where my Erin brings me my food (wet food, thanks!) and water and just generally treats me like a princess. She even took time away from being glued to the shiny fishbox (te-le-mizzin?) last night to play Feather with me! She's so good. But she didn't get a lot of sleep, which confused me because I always want to go to sleep when she does, but her head didn't hit the pillow once! She looked like the dead when she trudged off to work this morning. Something bad must have happened, but I didn't run out of food or anything, so I can't imagine what it was.

Achoo!

Gross! I have an upper respiratory infection! So now every time I try to purr, it sounds congested and sad and it hurts a little. So I'm just curled up in the closet where it's nice and cool, and I'm eating and drinking when I can. My Erin had to hand-feed me this morning. How embarrassing! I hope this passes soon and I can get back to pouncing on stuff around the apartment.

Until later,
Lily