CatFish

I never get sick. Well, almost never. But on those rare occasions when I do, man, it's a doozie! A couple weeks ago I started to notice a scratchy sore throat — now, this was after spending every available waking moment outside in the sunshine and pollen. Having never experienced allergies before Memphis, I paid no attention. A few days later the scratchiness had blossomed into what seemed like a head cold, then a day of flu-like achiness, followed by several days of just a tired, sick feeling, with major head congestion and coughing, and less-than-optimal results from OTC allergy remedies. Having missed two days of work in one week, I decided it was time to seek professional advise, so off I went to the nearest Minor Med center. And now, armed with antibiotics and narcotic cough syrup, I'm starting to feel better.

Daggone pollen. How am I supposed to enjoy Spring if I can't go outdoors? More narcotics?

Anyway, I tried to make the most of my down time, and worked up a little group of catnip toys for my friend Linda who works with Siamese Rescue. They knit up in no time. The real challenge is stuffing them and inserting a little pocket of catnip while a 12-pound cat (yeah, that's him over there on the right) tries to divert my attention. So, here's a little sprinkling of herb for you, Kittie, and here's a little for the fish. No, THAT'S for you; THIS is for the fish. And so on. It was great fun.

I'm thinking I might leave a few rather flat, and call them flounder.

So today is my dear husband's birthday, and he's sick with what seems like the same pollen-born malady that had me down last week. Poor baby. Hm-m-m, maybe a little catnip...