The Dude and I caught a cold over Xmas break. At first we thought Miss E gave it to us, but now we're not so sure because all five kittenz have had colds. The house is one big sneeze. They've been tossing this cold around since the boys arrived at the end of October. Because both Grady and Phineas insist on sitting on our heads while we sleep and sneeze in our faces on a regular basis, The Dude and I are suspicious of where we caught this thing. Phineas thinks everyone wants a coonskin nightcap and Grady thinks he's some sort of scarf. But Doodledorf Casey (the beige classic tabby) caught it and she was so miserable she was breathing open-mouthed. She managed to get a bronchial infection, apparently. So then we hauled all five to the vet. (The Dude took Doodle, Maralton took Grady, and I took the other three the next day.) All got shots. The vet seemed to think Goliath, Thomas, and PD would be immune at their age, so they were spared the trip. Doodle didn't improve much in 3 days, so yesterday I took her back and she had a steroid shot as well as the antibiotic shot they all got. She's a bit better today.
Anyway, The Dude and I have suffered headaches, vertigo, sore throats, and general crankiness. We're just no fun at all when we're sick. The Dude actually took sick days, that's how bad he felt and he's close to having laryngitis, too. Yesterday he was feeling better, though. He took the back off our front loading washer to discover where the mice were getting in and what they were up to. (Mice, in a house with eight cats!) How did we know we had mice? They pooped in the soap dispenser like it was their WC. He found two nests, at least one mousey body, and a whole lot of cat food. They've been stockpiling it. And we just thought the cats had good appetites.