I sick

No pictures obviously. I am not to be trifled with when I feel barfy.

I held it as long as I could over night and then when they did not come I had to go in my bed. I tried to eat it up to hide the evidence and I cried to be let out. They came. They cuddled. They washed me and blew me dry. I barfed up my poop on the entry rug. Blah! Now nobody will kiss me. I saw my nest outside all taken apart. Why have they separated me from my nest?

Only a hunk of cheese and a porterhouse could make me feel better. S seems unconvinced and is torturing me by only offering water. Blah! I need a a Gin Ricky... or is that a slipped mickey? I am delirious.

I feel like shit and I shivery.