Cat tends sick humans

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

....yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

When I am tired or sick and have to nap in the day, Nocturne joins me.
Through my ulcers and other stomach troubles, she tended me. When I
am depressed she creeps up to me and bunts to show affection for me.

Her official story is that "ill servants cannot perform their duties;
therefore I must encourage you to recover." But when we are really
ill and she cries to alert the other, or when she bunts us to make
sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

--Fil

When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

When I am tired or sick and have to nap in the day, Nocturne joins me.
Through my ulcers and other stomach troubles, she tended me. When I
am depressed she creeps up to me and bunts to show affection for me.

Her official story is that "ill servants cannot perform their duties;
therefore I must encourage you to recover." But when we are really
ill and she cries to alert the other, or when she bunts us to make
sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

--Fil

When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

When I am tired or sick and have to nap in the day, Nocturne joins me.
Through my ulcers and other stomach troubles, she tended me. When I
am depressed she creeps up to me and bunts to show affection for me.

Her official story is that "ill servants cannot perform their duties;
therefore I must encourage you to recover." But when we are really
ill and she cries to alert the other, or when she bunts us to make
sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

--Fil

When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

When I am tired or sick and have to nap in the day, Nocturne joins me.
Through my ulcers and other stomach troubles, she tended me. When I
am depressed she creeps up to me and bunts to show affection for me.

Her official story is that "ill servants cannot perform their duties;
therefore I must encourage you to recover." But when we are really
ill and she cries to alert the other, or when she bunts us to make
sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

--Fil

Now, that is inspiring. Thanks.

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


"Singh" wrote in message
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When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

Now, that is inspiring. Thanks.

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


"Singh" wrote in message
...
When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

Now, that is inspiring. Thanks.

--

Christopher A. Young
Learn more about Jesus
www.lds.org
www.mormons.com


"Singh" wrote in message
...
When I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago, Stosh and Roxie and our
fosterling Brian all camped out on the bed with me, pressing themselves
into me so I could feel their bulk and presence, and left only to get food
or use the box.

Many years ago I was in a car accident that caused ripped ligaments doen
the left side of my back, and movement was difficult at best. My Fritzie
spent months perched at the end of my bed like a gargoyle, as if daring
anyone or anything to come near. He was usually very pricky and demanding
about getting fed when he wanted and would make all kinds of noise and
jump all over me, but he did none of this. He was a faithful little nurse,
and gradually got back to brat behavior as I gradually recovered.

Blessed be,
Baha

Enfilade wrote:

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

She sounds like a truly wonderful cat. And I'm not surprised she's like
this, even though she can be a real bully at other times. She's obviously
a strong-willed, no-nonsense cat who doesn't suffer fools, who knows what's
important, and will devote herself to those who need her.

But when we are really ill and she cries to alert the other, or when
she bunts us to make sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

I won't tell anyone.

Joyce

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

She sounds like a truly wonderful cat. And I'm not surprised she's like
this, even though she can be a real bully at other times. She's obviously
a strong-willed, no-nonsense cat who doesn't suffer fools, who knows what's
important, and will devote herself to those who need her.

But when we are really ill and she cries to alert the other, or when
she bunts us to make sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

I won't tell anyone.

Joyce

Enfilade wrote:

I've told a lot of stories about Nocturne being a furry little tyrant,
and all of them are true...

...yet when we are sick, Nocturne is the one by our sides, tending us.

When my partner got pneumonia and was too out of breath to go from the
couch to the bed, Nocturne spent her first and only night in our house
but NOT on our pillows. She spent the whole night on the couch
tending her daddy. She would cry when his breathing was laboured and
bunt him to make sure he could respond to her. She would groom him to
soothe him to sleep.

She sounds like a truly wonderful cat. And I'm not surprised she's like
this, even though she can be a real bully at other times. She's obviously
a strong-willed, no-nonsense cat who doesn't suffer fools, who knows what's
important, and will devote herself to those who need her.

But when we are really ill and she cries to alert the other, or when
she bunts us to make sure we are okay, we know the truth. She loves us.

I won't tell anyone.

Joyce