I'm sick. Thanks to my significant other (Influenza Matt) I caught the flu bug he had over the weekend. So, for the first time in more than a decade, I have the flu (or a reasonable facsimile). And, for the first time in nearly 1.5 years, I had to call in sick to work.
So, after a rather unpleasant evening of vomiting (always fun) Monday, and a completely sleepless night, I spent the entire day in bed today -- and right there by my side for most of the day was our little kitty Eero (illustrated).
Eero is not the first cat I have had who has done this. Our lovely cat Eames stayed on my bed two entire days when I had a urinary tract infection (also pleasant).
Why do cats do this?
It is that they have some special empathetic bond with humans, where Eero knows I am sick and wants to provide me sympathy and comfort?
Is it that, because of my fever, my body is much warmer; and, therefore, more inviting?
Or is it something more sinister? Knowing I am ill, and death may be approaching, she wants to stick by me to get those choice meaty bits once my heart stops beating -- something like a repeat of the Marie Prevost story?
[Illustration of our lovely cat Eero, by Influenza Matt.]