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Achoo!

Furrless Mama is worried. She is frownie faced and touches me with worried pats and strokes. I do not like seeing her like this, but my nose is stuffy and I am sneezy. Her and Furrless Papa have been purring back and forth in hushed tones as they regard me during their sleep time. They say they need to take me somewhere. Wherever this place is, they do not want to go. If they do not want to take me...then I don't want to go either. This causes worry.

Even Furry Sister has been mostly nice to me. Though she still attempts to jump and pounce. Her way of making me feel better, but I do not want to play. I hide in Furrless Mama & Papa's sleeping room and sit among their clothes hoping that these sneezy fits go away and my nose is something I can breathe through again. I miss the smell of food.