In fact the cats have been told that part of their job (and they thought living here was just a sinecure?) when I get back from the hosp is to walk on top of me, cuddle in, etc., as I lie on my bed of pain, stirring only occasionally to say, in a weak and quavering voice, "Pam . . . Pam . . . [feeble cough] . . . Pam, dear girl, kindly peel me a gwape."
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Date: 2008-05-26 01:24 am (UTC)"Yeah...you won't want a cat running over you!"
In fact the cats have been told that part of their job (and they thought living here was just a sinecure?) when I get back from the hosp is to walk on top of me, cuddle in, etc., as I lie on my bed of pain, stirring only occasionally to say, in a weak and quavering voice, "Pam . . . Pam . . . [feeble cough] . . . Pam, dear girl, kindly peel me a gwape."