Feb. 16, 2009 Monday

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Hunky: . Well, this week was a real dud!

Dorie:  Yeah, our primary source of entertainment (Husband and Wife) decided to be sick this week.

Hunky: . Sick means all naps all the time. No play time. We enjoy the napping part - we join right in. But when it's play time, we get shooed away.

Dorie:  But the Wife still struggles off to work every day, and the Husband sits like a zombie in front of his computer. They have time sniffling, sneezing and computing, but not for us.

Hunky: . The Husband explains that they have to do this to get us cat food. No work, no food.

Dorie:  Then he pats us on the head and shoos us away.

Hunky: . So we keep him company on nearby chairs while he spends all rasping on the phone and hacking up what sounds like hairballs.

Dorie:  Then the Wife returns making the same gross sounds. They try to listen to the tv over their rasping and hacking, but they end up asleep.

Hunky: . It's not that they don't try to give us our usual dose of attention, but we miss the head scratches and the belly rubs.

Dorie:  So for now it's a big group nap. Get well guys.