Sick Day

We've been gone a while (more than a month!), but we'z back now. Not that anything 'specially good or bad happened. We just was too busy havin' fun.

Today I have a post appropriate for the SEASON. The FLU SEASON, that is. (Ha, everykitty thought I meant Christmas season.)


We are asking an important question about essential kitty duties: What is your purrsonality when it comes to taking care of sick beans?

Here's what happened to us:
On Monday night, Grandma and Mama started barfing. But when they barf, they don't feel better, they feel worse. I don't get it. Barfing always makes you feel better. Worse things happened. Then before we knew it, they were in bed and wouldn't get out. Here's how we took control of the situation (cuz you all know male-beans is useless).

Scout is indifferent. She doesn't do sick people. She's afraid of going into the bedroom and won't stick around to comfort a sickie if her life depends upon it. Pretty much this is what she did the whole time. Oh, and she grumbled that routines were messed up because Grandpa doesn't do things right.





Simone is the nursemaid. She has to make the rounds and check in on everyone at regular intervals. She won't stay long though, because she's got a lot to do. Two sick people to take care of is a lot for an old lady like her. She hardly spent any time at all in her chair. She was up and down the stairs, on and off the beds. Saying, "Are you ok, Are you ok?" She licks beans to test for fevers and paws at them to make sure they are still alive under all the blankies.





I am the angel. I am so good to sick people, I can hardly stand it. I sleep by them, I love 'em, and I watch out for 'em. That's all there is to say about that.

Mama: Excuse me Peach?! You are an opportunist. Why don't you tell the truth about how you are around sick people?

Ok, I admit. I work hard all day at my job. I don't have time to come home to sick people. So, I coincidentally crash on the bed. So what? It's the thought that counts. I also really like it when beans are sick because they can't defend themselves. It's a free for all on everything in the sick room---the glasses on the nightstand, earplugs, pills, bookmarks, oh, and you can't forget my favorite, the straws. I love the straws. Even if they are germy.

Now I wanna know, what is your purrsonality?

p.s. it is important to distinguish a stomach virus from flu virus. Everybuddy tell your beans to get Flu shots.