My cat has a cold. It is hysterical. Not that sick animals are in any way funny (don’t email me, animal liberationists. My dogs run free, free in the streets! And are not poisoned by evil vaccinations! And collars are the work of the devil!) (note to normal people: all animals are vaccinated, controlled and collared. Except the cat, because he chokes himself and gets one front foot stuck in the collar and comes hopping to us in distress, yowling pathetically.) Anyway, where was I? Oh, the Cat. Yes, he seems to have a cold. He will be sleeping calmly on the pile of polarfleece in the lounge (one day I will sew that polarfleece into dog bed covers … perhaps the day after tomorrow, or more likely when the world freezes over in the style of The Day After Tomorrow) when he will wake himselve up with a giant sneeze that sounds like paper ripping. This sneeze throws him backwards, and he lies there bewildered on his back, with huge dark eyes and the most bemused expression on his face. Then he sneezes again, then again. Then he looks at us snickering at him, and sneezes again. About this time, the Brown Dog comes running over with concern barely concealed delight, and takes this opportunity to thoroughly wash the Cat’s head. Exhausted, the Cat cannot fight as he usually does, and is forced to submit to the slobbery declaration of love. Then he sneezes again. Brown Dog begins cleaning again … his work is never done.

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