Well Mom caught a flu bug. I've been hot on the case to heal her, but she seems almost determined to prevent it. You all know the healing powers of cat spit are undeniable. I try to keep her and Dad healthy on a regular basis by sharing any water glass I see about the house.
Despite the grouchy "Get your head outa there!" or the "No! Finny No!" I take it all in stride. I love my parents and their health is vital to me. I even risk catching their kooties.
All my hard work has come to a crashing halt. Mom found a new cup with a lid, a LID! I can't begin to say how wrong this is, on so many levels. It's like a plastic bullet of defiance. Even when I knock it over, repeatedly, it refuses to submit to my will. I will find a way.
In the meantime, I've had to resort to purring on her and using her as a heating pad. She is so toasty when she is feverish. It's tough with all the coughing and sneezing, but I will do it. Hopefully she will still recover quickly.