Day Forty Two

Mom's Sick

 

So I guess the cats had a meeting to try to figure out what's going on with me. I imagine it went something like this:

 

Eli:  What do you think's wrong with her? I've never seen her like this. She's been sleeping in her chair and that cough is unreal! Plus, the man seems worried.

 

Fancy:  It's probably a hairball. I don't want to be anywhere near her when that comes up!

 

Finn:  She's really sick. I feel sorry for her.

 

Chance:  Do you think I still need to pee in that box? She doesn't seem to care anymore.

 

Eli:  Ok. Let's take turns staying with her. I'll do the first shift.

 

Fancy:  I'm not doing any shift. I told you, when she finally hacks up that hairball, I don't wanna be anywhere near her. Besides, her coughing hurts my ears!

 

Finn:  She's really sick. I feel sorry for her.

 

Chance:  I'm gonna go ahead and pee on the floor and see if she notices.

 

Eli:  You're all idiots. Don't you realize that, without her, we're screwed.

 

Fancy:  Hey, dude. Unlike the rest of you candy asses, I can take care of myself. I just humor her cause she gives out really good treats.

 

Finn:  She's really sick. I feel sorry for her.

 

Chance:  I pooped on the floor, too. See, she didn't notice. Cool.

 

Eli:  Ergh! I've had it with all of you! Fancy, do what you want, I don't care. Finn and Chance, let's sit with her. I mean, come on, she takes really good care of us.

 

Fancy: I love her. Okay? There, I've said it. I just can't stand to see her this way...

 

Finn:  She's really sick. I feel sorry for her.

 

Chance: Uh oh. She noticed...