And I’ve been working like a dog!
Most of you know that my bipeds were unwell over the holiday period, but what you don’t know is how hard I worked at looking after them. The warning signs were there on Boxing Day morning. It had snowed and I was, naturally, very excited about it. The bipeds only stayed outside for a minute or so, before complaining of being cold and shivery. I had to play on my own!
The next morning there was no doubt that they were unwell. The male biped was the first one to appear in the morning and he just flopped into a chair. The female appeared a few minutes later and asked him what he was doing.
He replied, “Just sitting here waiting to feel better.”
She said, “Sounds like a plan!”
She went to the kitchen and opened the back door for me to go outside. I was as quick as I could be and came back inside because I wanted to keep an eye on the bipeds. She gave me my breakfast and put some food down for the cats.
When I had eaten my breakfast, I went to find the bipeds. They had water, tissues and cough sweets in easy reach and they were sprawled out on the sofa – it was like a makeshift camp. The cats, briefly, thought it was great to have the bipeds sprawling about in big, fluffy dressing gowns and went and sat on the bipeds. The first coughing fit convinced the cats they’d made a mistake and they stalked off with their ears laid back to claim an armchair each.
I stayed very close to the bipeds and kept a careful eye on them. Every now and then one of them would get up to fetch more water or make a hot drink. I would follow them to make sure they were okay. One of them tried going back to bed, but soon reappeared saying that it was harder to breathe when lying down.
I was so concerned about them that I hardly napped at all. The cats had eaten all the food in their bowls by early evening. They jumped up onto the sofa and nudged the bipeds. The bipeds stroked them. The cats wailed to say that they were hungry. The bipeds just groaned!
The cats came to me for help. I got up and sat as close as I could to the sofa and stared at the bipeds. They pretended they hadn’t noticed me staring at them. The cats came and nudged me gently in support and wailed as loudly as they could.
The bipeds said, “Have a heart, Clowie!”
If it hadn’t been obvious that they were delirious, I would have been offended! I had been watching over the bipeds all day and not asked for anything. The cats had been no trouble, they’d been sleeping quietly. The cats were now without food and in danger of fading away. And, not only that, it was a quarter past my teatime!
I continued to stare, wearing the saddest expression I could. The cats wailed louder.
One of the bipeds said, “There’ll be no peace until they’re fed.”
The other replied, “You’re right. Are you up to making a hot drink while I feed the furballs?”
They got to their feet and the cats and I were given our food. It may seem harsh to force the bipeds into action, but it was for their own good – it’s important for them to have some activity.
You can imagine how hard I worked over the next few weeks until I’d got them back to health. I took the first opportunity I could to sleep like a log!
See you next Wednesday!