I'm sick. Coughing, sneezing, itchy ears and throat, fever, sick. I am supposed to work today but I'm too flat out to go in. I'm just waiting for there to be someone there to tell.
In the mean time my cats are gathering around me on the bed. Like little nurses they are here to make sure I'm okay and to purr and keep me warm. Even Calliope, one of the fraidy cats is here. But that's probably more about her passionate love of Vincent than anything to do with me.
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