17 December, 2006
Simon Sunday: My Tired, Furry Nurse
All Tuckered Out
Originally uploaded by Planet Vicster.
Simon had a very busy and stressful week last week. In the 5-1/2 years we've been together, he's only seen me really sick once or twice, last week's adventure being the worst by far. Normally, he has to deal with me when one of my migraines set in. They're about as incapacitating as my bout with food poisoning (or stomach flu, whatever), but it's much more temporary (unless I don't have any migraine-formula Advil in the house, then I'm well and truly f'ed). But my Furry Nursing Team of Simon and Billie pulled me through.
I remember at one point last Sunday, when I was hunched over the toilet, looking over at Simon, who was sitting just outside the bathroom door watching me. He looked at me as if to say, "that must be a really bad hairball, Mom!" He snuggled me, he got along with Billie (we had had a very bad week with them fighting constantly, so detente was most welcomed). He even put up with having many of his meals served late!
I'd like to believe all of that was because he loves me so much. But I suspect he knows that it's nearly that time of year when Sandy Paws brings toys and treats to all the good furkids in the world and he was hoping to get his name off of the "naughty" list and onto the "nice" one.
I think I'll put in a good word with Sandy Paws for Simon and Billie.
Labels: Simon, Simon Sunday
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