Cats and coworkers spread the germs
I could almost see the germs jump from my coworker’s sputtering,
coughing mouth into her telephone as she quoted someone a price
without hitting the mute button. I’m sure her customer got a
phlegmy earful. I’d Purelled my hands into oblivion and
contemplated if it’s recommended to actually bathe in it.
Cats and coworkers spread the germs
I could almost see the germs jump from my coworker’s sputtering, coughing mouth into her telephone as she quoted someone a price without hitting the mute button. I’m sure her customer got a phlegmy earful. I’d Purelled my hands into oblivion and contemplated if it’s recommended to actually bathe in it.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that half of the staff was gone. The skeleton crew was taking over accounts and touching all of those surfaces that were touched by contagious co-workers the week before their fall. We would be the second round.
In our house, it was the same thing.
Snuggles The Cat (his formal name being Mister Snuggles The Cat, courtesy of The Boy), came to us with a bit of a cold. He sneezed almost constantly. The Husband mused that it was about time that a cat was allergic to him, as he popped another Benadryl.
I was enjoying Mister Snuggles’ company as he walked along the keyboard of my computer as I wrote and plopped himself into my lap to chase the cursor with a lazy paw. Until he sneezed all over the screen. I never thought a cat’s sneezes could be as messy as a person’s. I envisioned the contents of that sneeze to be comparable to that of a New York City taxi cab driver with a well-used hanky that he would wad up, shove into his pocket and then brush your hand as you paid the $15 fare for a three block ride.
The Cat made a fairly speedy recovery, but managed to get his buddy, Snowball sick. Snowball is a pompous, fat, fluffy black cat who doesn’t like anyone but The Girl. I surmise that Snowball was in fact a teenaged girl in one of his past eight lives. Snowball sneezed and his eyes ran. Too sick to even preen, his fluffy fur wasn’t really all that fluffy.
He reminded me of my mom when her sinuses acted up and we could hear her blow her nose, no matter where we were in the house.
I came home from work one day a few weeks ago, to meet The Husband in the driveway, holding a pet carrier with Snowball, the pompous kitty inside. He’d actually taken the cat to the vet for cold medicine. $70 worth. I told him that had better be some good Nyquil.
Softy.
A three-day weekend was around the corner and I was looking forward to some good couch time and gardening time. Meaning pulling weeds and plants that I confuse with weeds.
I spent the entire weekend on the couch alright. Snowball, that bratty teenager made me sick, or so I imagined. His ultimate revenge for my nudging him out of the way when I made supper, as he hoped for anything that fell from the sky. Or giving his butt a shove as he sauntered slowly out the door, pausing to sniff the air while his tail teasingly curled around the door frame.
I eyed Snowball with suspicion. He gave himself a bath.
I prayed for $70 worth of Nyquil to take after soaking in a Purell bath, but I could do without the ride in the pet carrier.
