After reading yesterday's post (that I wrote, duh), I have decided I am sick. I had 9 out of the 13 identifying factors (with an emphasis on number 1).
Where are my jammies? And the heating pad? Thanks.
[Editor's note: Kukka's "illness" is not real. Well, it's real in her mind, but is not actually manifesting itself in actual, physical symptoms.
My theory? Her agent is going to the same ranch today where she found the exiled empress. This visit is very close to the seven-year anniversary of adopting Kukka and she is worried her agent may...MAY come home with a rival kitten. While her agent has assured her there will be no kittens in the immediate future (because of her own insecurities of housing too many cats and, subsequently being referred to as "The Crazy Cat Lady." She fears children will no longer trick-or-treat at her house and she will become a suburban legend and avoided by all), Kukka is insecure and playing sick to avert her agent's attention.]
I said, "COUGH...COUGH...SNIFFLE...SNIFFLE!"
COUGH...COUGH, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!