I spent too much time on the Feline Farmacy website this morning which seemed to confirm my suspicion that I was in the throes of some virulent mutation of cat flu that threatens to destroy the entire domestic cat population of the world. After mewing pititiously I retired to my secret hideout to contemplate my imminent death.
After a couple of hours of self reflection (cats don't have navels) and fevered sleep, I awoke. What relief, spared from death and the aroma of poaching fish wafting up from the kitchen.
For this great miracle of survival I rose from my sickbed and offered up a hairball in thanks.
I feel invinsible but I must pretend to a little feebleness or the poached fish will be replaced with more awful catfood.
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