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Love

Me: I only want you.

Patrick: Aww, I only want you too!

Me: You are the only person for me. I don't want anyone else. Not even this monkey.

Patrick: Gah! That's kind of frightening.

Me: I don't want that monkey at all!

Patrick: Well good, I should hope not.

Me: Ahhh, true love.

The monkey in question:

Almost everything in my house has the sniffles

Except Patrick and Widget, who both feel better. Now it's Monkey, Gurgles and myself. This cold hasn't progressed into anything worse, it's just lingering a bit. Monkey and Gurgles both have a cold that they caught from Widget. Who knows where she got it... Kitty colds are just so pitiful. Monkey will sneeze a couple times, sniffle a little, then look at me with overwhelming sadness like she can't believe I'm letting such a thing happen to her. Sigh. Gurgles is obviously ill, judging by the exponential decline in how much he's airborne during the day. Poor sick kitties.

I'm so looking forward to this three-day weekend and then a week-long break the week of Thanksgiving. Our entire household could use some rest and relaxation. I really hope we aren't all still sick when the holiday rolls around. Probably won't be... *knock on wood*

I have a cold, and I'm not feeling very creative.

So in the meantime, please enjoy these pictures of Monkey being irked that I was in a bunch of water and she couldn't come sit on me.

Why are you sitting in the tub?

Can I sit in this? Looks suspicious.

I can stand on the edge! Precariously.

This is called a bath bomb. It fizzes and gives you silky, good-smelling water.

I got mine free, and it was called Twilight. Note the sparkles, haha.

After bath. All is right with her kitty world again.

Not very attractive last picture, but hey, it's hard to take pictures of yourself with a cat on you. And also with the sniffles. At least Monkey was pleased. Happy weekend, everybody.

The Great Crane Thief Plays With Her Loot

It dawned on me last night as I was watching Monkey with her purloined crane that my phone can actually take videos now, so here you go. She's gotten really sneaky about it. She pretends to be all loving and cuddly, so she'll come sit between your arms and purr until you are put off your guard. Then she goes in for the theft!

Phantom Hairball

Normally we all sleep together in a pile on the bed, and last night was no different. Usually (looking from the head of the bed to the foot) Patrick's on the right, Gurgles is between his feet, I'm on the left, Widget's to my left, and Monkey's at my feet. That is a lot of bodies on one bed.

Anyway, we were all asleep when suddenly around 4am I woke up to the sound of Widget in the beginning horky throes of coughing up a hairball right next to my head. I was barely awake, so all I had time to think was Widget... NO, OFF! My sleepy self decided the best way to avoid a hairball on the face was to shove her off the bed, so I did that with one arm, and then flailed around with it making sure she wasn't on the night stand about to throw up all over my phone.

Patrick woke up partially at some point around here. It's hard to sleep through simultaneous puke noises and wife flailing, even for him.

I came to a bit more and went out to the kitchen to get some paper towels, as I was sure by the sound of it she'd splattered hairball all over the wall or something, and coming back in I told Patrick to close his eyes so I could turn on the light without blinding him. I looked around for a while on my hands and knees and nothing, so I went around the house looking for where she might have dumped it. No hairballs anywhere.

Either being shoved off the bed interrupted her hairball progression and it never happened at all or there is something unpleasant waiting for me somewhere...