Sick in Bed=Happy Cat
Haven't quite felt like myself this past week...A nasty cold has ravaged my household. Ever since the surgery I swear I have caught EVERY cold bug possible... soon I will petition Guinness World Records as the champion of most cold viruses ever endured. (or Guinness for several pints to numb my throbbing head!!!) I am an influenza trendsetter... first on the block every time... on to the next/the latest-before the masses catch on (or catch it!) Luckily, I have never been seriously ill. Pretty sturdy composition when it comes down to it. My body is still working on 'growing bone' from the bone grafts in my L5 vertebra-so I guess I'll cut it some slack! In writing that I realized that I never asked my surgeon where the bone material came from... do I really want to know?!!? (My imagination is now running away with itself!)
Haven't felt like making art... haven't felt like cooking...(or cleaning.) Just want to pull the covers up over my head... curl up within the cat incubated sheets and sleep the discomfort away. Follow the trail of kleenex... the sniffles and whimpers and you'll find me wrapped in a cocoon of blankets in the dark... nose blown red raw.
I usually awake to find one cat on each side of me. (Both cats on the same side ALWAYS results in a fracas.) I've got the drill down. Sometime in the wee morning hours I receive a visit from Ophelia who signals her desire to crawl beneath the covers by licking my forehead once AND/OR Lucciola (LuLu) who claws at the sheets until I lift them for entry. We settle back into sleep... warm, dreaming, whiskers twitching. A small comfort.
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