A's sick and she was sleeping. She just came out of the bedroom and kept saying "my dream, my dream." I asked her what was wrong and if she had a bad dream and she said, "real bad." Broke my heart. Now she's up hacking her lungs up. :-( Looks like it's the couch and some tv for us for a while.
Re: Poor baby
You take my ovaries, I take your yarns.
Thanks.
Purrrf, that's exactly what I do too. Gotta loves some Vicks. Just have to get her to keep some socks on.