Was it a dream or a fantasy drawn from my own fevered brain? I let you decide.
I walked by Sylvia’s recliner where Midnight appeared to be sleeping with his head beside her ankle. I looked down at him and said, “You are sure one lazy boy.”Twisting his head slightly, Midnight opened one eye and replied, “Not lazy–energy efficient. When we play run and chase, who runs and who chases?”
He had me. There was nothing more that I could say. So I shut my mouth and walked away.
Perhaps it is this cold that lingers with me. I’m still feeling achy and congested. It can depart from me anytime–sooner is better.
Midnight joins me in wishing you a great week.
Colds that hang on in the summer are just the pits. Midnight should roll in Vicks and sleep on your chest to break it up!
Oh, you poor guy! I can't believe you are still sick. 🙁 Will you please get well soon and STAY well??! Maybe you need to learn from your buddy there…
I am sorry you are still not feeling well. If you were closer I'd bring you some chicken soup.
Dream or fantasy, either way it is a product of your fevered brain; but that is one energy-efficient cat.
Get well.