splutter, wheeze, cough

Weaponry

Christmas day passes.
We relax and move into the nowhere zone between Christmas and New Year.
Then the lurgy strikes!
Just when I have a week off work to relax!
Grrrrrrr!

The lurgy's unwelcome arrival is heralded by the very unwelcome Serrating Sore Throat.
Twenty four hours later Sickly Stomach Pains make their presence felt,
followed quickly by Nasty Nausea.

CENSORED!

The next day Sadistic Sniffles. and close ally, Rampant Runny Nose, arrive.
One moment they are not there,
the next they are,
tormenting me with their treacherous trickery.
Cacophonous Cough and Sleazy Splutter join the party.
Last, but not least, Whistling Wheeze rolls up, with his own particular style of music.

I love sitting at the table in the kitchen.  It doesn't matter whether I am reading or using some form of technology, I only need to lift my eyes to feast on the view across to the woodland at the edge of the county, framed by ancient oaks.  In the evenings, when the blinds are still open, I can see the streetlights in the distance, reminding me of the world beyond.  The view changes constantly with the seasons, weather and the time of day. However, we are cat sitting.

cat sat

Every time I sneeze, the cat leaves.

It degenerates to the point that every time I reach for a tissue, the cat leaves.

It is raining.

I undergo voluntary exile to the living room, so the cat can enjoy the sanctuary of the kitchen in peace.

Tiddles does not trust the sneezing human, so she only demands food from the non-sneezing human.

Twenty-four hours in and the sneeze becomes a wheeze

I am sat in her preferred chair.

She looks at me, weighing up my state of health like a feline GP.

Am I past the sneezing stage?

Is it safe to sit on my lap?

It is a hard decision for a cat...