Time Off

Winter is good for long siestas. Too cold to enjoy the outdoors on most days, especially with the grass dead and yellow. Not at all to my impeccable taste. And not enough snow to play Whack-a-Mole. What's a cat to do besides sleep?

Even THAT has been hard the last few days. The only game in town is Connect The Tissues. Don't look where you're going and you're likely to get a wet paw. The lovely brat of ours has a cold. Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, wheezing, wet, complaining mess. I keep trying to tell Cam that a plastic bag over his head would protect us all. Get anywhere near the boy and you're in danger of getting sneezed on. Trying to keep a buffer between the two of us is more than difficult because he's on or near Cam 24/7. The only relief I've had is when he's put to bed or sat in the corner. At least there the danger is minimal if he sneezes. And both of those have come once or twice a day because Josh is in such a lovely mood. He's ill and because the other two of us in the household can hold our own against the germs, he's got nothing better to do than try to infect us with his ill mood.

I keep trying to tell Cam - pet the cat. Shoot the brat. Put him out of OUR misery. Snot-face is on his way to check mail. Time to bail!