My youngest cat, Cloud, is batting at my mama-cat’s twitching tail tip. This is not unusual. Neither is the fact that she is missing.
What is unusual is the reason. There is a glass door between them. Cloud doesn’t seem to understand why this would make a difference. She can see that tail…right…there. Surely if she persists, she’ll be able to tag it!
Very sweet and good natured, our Cloud, but a bit of a fluff-brain.
If you’re expecting (or hoping for) a phone call from me, it may be a few days. I’ve lost my voice completely, to the point of having trouble making myself heard by someone right next to me, let alone on the phone. I’ll call when it can be an actual conversation, with communication from both sides of the line.
Our son and his friend R. were examining the current data on one of the weather websites. R observed “It says here we’re under a flood warning.” (Ed. note: we’ve been “under a flood warning” most of the winter.)
J., very concerned, asked “is it in our local area?”
R. got up from the computer, walked over to the window, looked out and around, and announced “Nope! No flooding in our local area!”
Ten year old boys can be eminently practical.
We have been to the doctor, my husband and I (together, even) and been informed that what we thought was one of the nastiest colds ever to take up residence was actually influenza, of a strain this year’s flu shots either didn’t hit or didn’t work terribly well on. Evidently we actually have fairly mild cases, and while I can believe that easily enough, if it is so I most emphatically do not want to see a severe case.
Trouble is that since it’s flu and not something bacterial that can be knocked back with antibiotics, we just get to ride it out. One healthy 10 year old can run rings around 2 sick adults, even tag-teaming. I do have to give him credit; he tried to think of things for us to do with him that didn’t require being physically active, like card games. The only problem was that we were barely able to stay awake. Bless our friend C., who just took our boy along with her two to play at McDonald’s. He’ll come home in about 2 1/2 hours, thoroughly worn out and much happier.
What makes this one so vicious in a broader sense than the way we feel individually is that evidently it’s at its most contagious in the 3 or 4 days before any real symptoms appear, and remains contagious, albeit at a lower level, for 4 or 5 days after you feel pretty much fine. That means there’s really no way to avoid spreading contagion around, nor catching it. And with my husband out working, me subbing in the high school and our son of gradeschool age, well, this was pretty much a foregone conclusion.
So here we are. And excuse me, but since our son is off playing with his buddies, I think I hear a bed calling. “Come sleep” it whispers. “Sleep while you can. Sleeeeeeep.”