I knew it was bound to happen but I didn't think dad would get sick too.
You see, my mom is a teacher. OK a professor. Geeze, like it matters. Anyhoo, at the end of the semester, she always gets sick. It's like she can stay healthy while she's teaching but once it's all over, she crashes. This year, both mom and dad got sick. First it was dad, and then mom caught it. They both think they caught it from grandma who came over on Christmas when she was sick. The dad is mad 'cause he would've postponed everything had he knew she was sick. He hates getting sick. He turns into a grumpy old bear when he does, so I avoid him as much as possible.
I feel sorry for my mom though. She has a broken foot and she's in a lot of pain. She won't have surgery to fix it until January 11th so it's bad enough she's in pain from that. To be sick on top of it really sucks.
Don't worry. I've been a good kitty. Well, I have been avoiding my dad (as I mentioned) but I've been keeping mom warm and comfy. OK, so I'm more fur than flesh but at least I'm trying here. I hope she gets better soon. At the very least, she'll start giving us Stinky Goodness again. What's worse, because it's a tummy cold that they have, they haven't been heating up all that turkey goodness that is in the fridge. Damn. If you won't give us one, you have to give us the other. Too bad I don't have thumbs, then maybe I could figure out how to open the fridge door.