The British One awoke sometime in the night and was very sick. He came downstairs into the lounge to avoid waking up Softie, so I sat on top of him and tried to make him feel better.
When he went back to bed, some hours later, I followed and slept at his feet, safe in the knowledge that if he needed me, I'd be right there.
He's still got a dicky tummy this morning, but I am certain that I have made him feel better by lying directly on top of him as he lies in bed watching the entire Stingray DVD boxset.
He and Softie have dubbed me "Nurse Nickie."
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There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.
About Me
- Sir Higson Nick
- I am a 19-year old incredibly handsome long-haired tuxedo cat who lives with two loveable but somewhat dim-witted humans.
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