Author’s notes: This is what happens when you have cats and the flu. Hard to decide which can be a greater annoyance… Lines in italics represent my cats’ actions or thoughts. Normal fonts reflect my own thoughts.

Enjoy, and tell me what you think.

Hairballs and tissues

I feel chilly; then hot. I think I have the flu.

A paw explores my face and then I hear them mew.

I’m running a fever and not feeling good.

Come on, you are late in serving our food.

I cough and I sneeze and my head really aches.

Somewhere in the distance I hear a plate that breaks.

Stumbling out of bed, I blow my runny nose.

Spitha left a hairball on my laundered clothes.

Eyes sore and shaky hands, I need to have some tea,

While my little kitten explores me like a tree.

I need to feel the warmth, to rest myself and heal.

Cease your endless whining and serve us our meal.

Sore throat, a headache; and now I’m really hot.

Move your worthless butt; you’re sitting on my spot.

Crawling back to bed, I step on someone’s tail.

The screaming that ensues reminds of dragon’s wail.

Covering up, I pray for peace and quiet.

Sylvester then decides it’s a good day for riot.

Coughing and sneezing, I hide in my bed.

Lugh thinks it’s cozy to sleep on my head.

Head hurts, nose burns and throat feels so dry.

You wouldn’t suppose she’s going to die?

At last they relax and I hold them tight.

Well, if she dies, who gets the first bite?