Sick bay 2

I was disturbed from my sleep by her ringing up the doctor. She was reciting her symptoms - sleeping for 14 hours at a time, can't get out of bed when awake, listless, decreased appetite, runny nose etc.

God what a moaner. And a fibber too. I mean, I haven't noticed a loss of appetite for example. And she was missing some of it out. Extreme clumsiness, slack housekeeping, irritating cough (well, it irritates ME), increasingly bizarre TV watching habits, cheese hogging, talking to herself, decreased lap size. She made an appointment for this afternoon. Perhaps they will send her away somewhere, I thought. A sane-itorium. That's a place where they make odd people sane again. I wish them luck.

This was a lot to think about and it wore me out. I skipped breakfast and had a siesta. Then, before I knew what was happening, she scooped me up, put me in a cage and whisked me off to the doctor. It was ME she was talking about.

Saw the nice doctor. He gave me a needle and some pills and said what a 'handsome boy' I was.

I AM a handsome boy.