On A More Serious Note

My hoomin’s nest is pictured here. She had a few dicey days and nights, but her doctor told her to say home. As in don’t bother to come in unless you are mostly dead.

Now she says she is well enough to shower. Hoomins do that. I can always lick, but there is one spot on my back I can’t reach. When I get a catlick from it, my Hoomin tries to brush it with this brush of nails that hurt me so badly I cannot stop from hissing. The only thing worse is when she comes after my claws with this steel knife clip thing and destroys my Pride.

Here is what happened to my Hoomin in order of days if you think you might be suffering from Catvid19:

1. Hotness like when you lie in the sun too long
2. Running nostrils
3. Coughing up hairballs only no hairballs come up
4. Needing 12 naps instead of 8
5. Waking up earlier than usual and not wanting to knock objects off furniture
6. Having no desire to claw furniture
7. Lying on furniture longer than usual and in the same spot
8. Fang ache
9. Really bad feeling in that place, the ribs, where I was skinny in my first life
10. Having everyone else tell you that you probably don’t have what you have
11. Favorite meal (tuna in aspic with anchovies) looks unappealing
12. Bad fur

So she wanted to share that with everyone. She also wants you to know that she is really grateful for me, because I sat on her A LOT and purred. So that is something you can do for the sick Hoomins.

Readers, I am sorry to tell you I am beginning to lose my faith in Orange Tabby. He seems to lose his train of thought and is meaner than usual when Hoominity really seems to need some purring cats, not hissing ones.

Stay happy that the Hoomins are home, especially if your Hoomin is still alive! — xo Miko