Home Ill.

I was home yesterday, sick with an undisclosed illness. It was something like sleeping sickness, but to the best of my knowledge, I haven’t been in contact with a tsetse fly. I did, however, lie in bed for about 21 hours yesterday. But for a few pet-induced spells, those 21 hours were spent sleeping.

I like to think of my pets as beings that will hang with your through the tough points. I like to think of my pets as dogs and cats that love you for who you are and want to nurse you through the hard times. Hell, I would be frickin’ happy that they knew that I am partially responsible for them having food in the bowl every day.

Yesterday crushed my dreams. Ralph beat me with his tail until I submitted and let him out into the rain and mud. Max abandoned me at the first sign of infirmary. Trixie lay on top of me: gentle minds might say she was trying to keep me warm. Sorry, I know she was just trying to crush me and praying to never be groomed again. Spike tickled my face with his whiskers ever 24 minutes to make sure I was still annoyable. I mean alive.

If I am ever sick again, I am going to a hotel: a pet-free hotel.