View from the Couch

Much of my day was spent on the couch, Pip curled on my chest purring against my cheek, his whiskers tickling my chin. Duncan, still pouting about my health and lack of energy to take him outside, stayed under the table, his back to me most of the day. I did manage to take him for a brief walk around the grassy space between the building and the fence and we shared a soft pink and blue sunset with spectacular clouds, but I had to drag him back inside where he sighed and snorted his disapproval. Luckily he got to chase a bunny and a squirrel, and was rewarded with some nice pumpkin snacks for his effort.The worst part of being sick is not the aches and pains, or the fever on a hot afternoon, or even the sinuses which are packed full, it's not the constant discomfort and tossing at night under the blankets, it's the disappointment in Duncan's eyes. I fight to get better just to make that go away.