Happy Born ... indeed become good ann ... epifani do we do ...
BUT HOW MUCH TIME AND 'THE PAST ??!!??
do not even know anymore! I lost count of days per month e. .. attention has also changed the year!
Life is tough indeed, and I put all I, but also the creative force for the blog, I do not know where to find it!
So what do I have this moment of inspiration? Hard to influence (durissima!! 39 of fever for three days!) That keeps me at home waiting for the good doctor tax, knowing that good Brunetta 8 € per day deducted from my salary, while 50 boys enjoy and celebrate every day of my suffering .... sigh! Luckily I'll be unemployed soon, so I do not happen to most of these misfortunes ...
On the other hand, you know who kept me company??
Of course, my lovely cat.
The Spinning my beloved was the balance point of this period of desolation and endless disease.
The first day, actually, I was a bit 'disappointed, because Chloe avoided my room, leaving me in despair. I looked at the bass on the tail, but did not dare to defy the grave dangers compromised by noise and repeated deep, cavernous (not to say catarrh, of course) that emits from his throat, like a mighty roar, a real reminder of the fierce fighting ... (And say that I did not have the strength to stand up ...).
He walked around cautiously, and left in flight, and dared not come closer ... Then, a long and courageous leap on the bed placed in front of me!
From there, staring at me ...
few hours later, when she realized that for me nothing was to be considered edible (I will not explain on what evidence he guessed), has decided to take courage and came to my bed.
WONDERFUL!
But you do not know the powers that have benefits for the sick cats? The healing power of pet therapy? By now it was done, I felt the healing near you!
So while my Spinning was perched on my legs, I feed its powerful and beneficial energy, ready a. .. coughing, coughing and coughing ...
but we are sure that these therapies work with animals?? boh.
Anyway, I really did a lot of company. I was put on the legs or I took up 3 / 4 of the bed, preventing any movement. For a long time, so as not remove it, I've been good with back pain that made her feel her legs and now have no blood circulation. But try to resist the presence of cat on the bed when the body under the effect of paracetamol, is emitting fumes also the soul in the form of sweat!
Under the incredulous eyes of my mother, I began to expel the baby in his foot from under the covers. She, of course, could not believe what was happening, and then merely move his Séderon planning to better fit the space available to it. So I took it and I sent down.
He's done so in a hurry, after all, must have thought: "I did it just for her!"
And then a miracle wanted my recovery. Today I got up out of bed: hooray!
And immediately, the cat, glad I came back a useful person to meet their needs, ran into the bathroom to be open water and then passed me a piece of candy ready to move out of my infallible shots!
