Softie and the British One are both feeling under the weather. The British One still went about his normal routine of sitting in front of the glowing box, pecking away at the keyboard. Softie, however, didn't leave in the metal monster like she normally does.
She stayed in bed nearly all day. I felt it was my catly duty to curl up in the crook of her arm and try to make her feel better,which I believe I achieved.
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