Matte is feeling ill, she doesn't have fever and a chill (I'm a poet and didn't even know it!). But she has a sore throat, and she seems miserable. Husse and I do what we can to comfort her. Husse makes sure she gets all the tea she wants and I make sure she is warm on the outside, making myself into a blan-cat (blanket, hehe).
nästan mysigt att vara förkyld med en sån go katt i knät... A
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