Thursday, February 12, 2009
It took my cat, Sophie, to get me on the road to recovering from my bout with the flu. You heard it here first. Cats know best.
During my illness, I tried to rest, but every now and then got bored. You can only watch so much TV. I'd leave the couch and try to do some computer work. No sooner would I be away, then Sophie would be crying at me to return with her to the couch. Reluctantly, I did. What the heck, I thought. There's a good movie on TCM.
This went on for a couple days. I'd get up. Sophie would lay down the law. Leave it to a cat to help me get well.