Nightmare Cat Flu

        I dreamed there was some sort of infection going through the pride. N screamed from the kitchen. Little John had collapsed on the counter. She thought he was dead. He wasn’t, but he was breathing very shallow, phlegm filled breaths. His heartbeat was strong. I elevated his back end and encouraged him to drain. We covered him to keep him warm. I asked N to call the vet to see if we could give him anything. (And to keep her busy.)

        All of the cats were sneezing or coughing. N was crying because we’d all ready lost Princess Tiger Lilly and one of the kittens.

Ad astra per technica,

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