I been sick OT, more or less

We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob and
Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head still
felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still wanted to
curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I wanted to die.
My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head, so there were
contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside Mike's bed (by
agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into Mike's room) QC,
Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun Kit came in for
comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I don't know what he
did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came running in and
demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like I
usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs them,
and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time.

Get better soon, Pam. Purrs from my gang. Do little mousie squeaks help,
too? (the pet mice)

Feel better purrs on the way.

--
Ann
in Connecticut
see my cats at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ann791/sets/
read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/
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"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob
and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head
still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still
wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I
wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head,
so there were contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside
Mike's bed (by agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into
Mike's room) QC, Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun
Kit came in for comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I
don't know what he did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came
running in and demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots
of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like
I usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs
them, and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed

Purrs for you to feel better soon. It sounds to me as if you have the flu.
I hope you recover quickly.

--

Joy

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of
masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. - Leo Dworken

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob
and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head
still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still
wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I
wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head,
so there were contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside
Mike's bed (by agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into
Mike's room) QC, Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun
Kit came in for comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I
don't know what he did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came
running in and demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots
of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like
I usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs
them, and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed

tanadashoes wrote:
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct
disease this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it
by Tuesday afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By
Saturday morning Rob and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to
party. Loudly. My head still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was
still queasy, and I still wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off
this mortal coil. Ok, I wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also
sleeping on the top of my head, so there were contributing factors
involved. Speedy dog slept beside Mike's bed (by agreement, when I
get sick I move out of our room and into Mike's room) QC, Merlin, and
Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun Kit came in for
comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I don't know
what he did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came
running in and demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got
lots of sleep. . .NOT!

Get well purrs on the way.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob
and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head
still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still
wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I
wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head,
so there were contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside
Mike's bed (by agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into
Mike's room) QC, Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun
Kit came in for comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I
don't know what he did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came
running in and demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots
of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like
I usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs
them, and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed

I don't know if it's the same thing, but there's been a nasty upper
respiratory infection making the rounds here in Houston. Hope you feel
better!

Hugs,

CatNipped

tanadashoes wrote:
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct
disease this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it
by Tuesday afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By
Saturday morning Rob and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to
party. Loudly. My head still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was
still queasy, and I still wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off
this mortal coil. Ok, I wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also
sleeping on the top of my head, so there were contributing factors
involved.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune
system suppressed


I'm sorry to hear you've been sick. Hope you're getting over the bug by
now!

Jill

tanadashoes wrote:
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob and
Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head still
felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still wanted to
curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I wanted to die.
My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head, so there were
contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside Mike's bed (by
agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into Mike's room) QC,
Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun Kit came in for
comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I don't know what he
did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came running in and
demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like I
usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs them,
and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed


Purrs for a quick recovery coming your way.

Sam, supervised by Mistletoe

On Oct 12, 6:49�pm, "tanadashoes" wrote:
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. �Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. �By Saturday morning Rob and
Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. �Loudly. �My head still
felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still wanted to
curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. �Ok, I wanted to die.
My hair hurt. �QC was also sleeping on the top of my head, so there were
contributing factors involved. �Speedy dog slept beside Mike's bed (by
agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into Mike's room) QC,
Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun Kit came in for
comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. �I don't know what he
did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came running in and
demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. �I got lots of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like I
usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs them,
and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed

Spiceypurrs heading south.
Suz&Spicey

Speedy get well wishes to you all! I've been gone to see my mom in Florida
for 5 days and just got back late last night so I hope these wishes are
still in time to do some good.
Purrs from us all,
Christine
"tanadashoes" wrote in message
m...
We're calling it a cold, but I'm not sure if that is the correct disease
this time. Mandy came down with it Tuesday morning, I had it by Tuesday
afternoon, and Rob had it by Wednesday morning. By Saturday morning Rob
and Mandy were over it, cheerful, and wanted to party. Loudly. My head
still felt bigger than my body, my tummy was still queasy, and I still
wanted to curl up in a ball and shuffle off this mortal coil. Ok, I
wanted to die. My hair hurt. QC was also sleeping on the top of my head,
so there were contributing factors involved. Speedy dog slept beside
Mike's bed (by agreement, when I get sick I move out of our room and into
Mike's room) QC, Merlin, and Huey have been pretty consistent and Qui Gun
Kit came in for comforting this morning after momma Sonya spanked him. I
don't know what he did but I heard her yowl then Qui screeched, then came
running in and demanded that I make that bad old cat go away. I got lots
of sleep. . .NOT!

So my email overflowed from almost a week worth of unread mail, my head
still feels like someone tried to pull my eyeballs out with crochet hooks,
and the cats have been playing cat of the mountain on my poor sore belly.
What I really want to say is, I'm sorry for not reading every message like
I usually do, want to send purrs and good wishes to everyone who needs
them, and that Rob is fine, the beast, and I'll be there someday again.

Pam S. who wishes she healed as quickly as Rob even with his immune system
suppressed