When I was in grade school, my mother always knew when I faked being sick. I'd get something like a hangnail and whine and moan on how I just couldn't possibly go to school that day. Then when I was really sick, goopy eyes & runny nose, I'd fight to get dressed. In my fever induced delirium, I HAD to go to school.
Today I had to get out of the house. The cat was driving me crazy. Plus, the fresh air and natural exercise, that involved doing more than sitting up to blow my schnoze, would make me feel better.
I have a few sniffles left, a cough or two and the generic sneezing started last night, but I'm really better.
Once Callie got healed of her spay surgery I've been letting her be an indoor/outdoor cat. I let her out when I come home and around 7:30 she comes in has dinner and sleeps like a baby for the rest of the night...
When I'm home on weekends, I let her out as soon as I get up, both of us in a tiny apartment is not fun. Since she gets a bit crazy when left out too long, forgetting where she lives thinking she's an outdoor cat, every 3 hours or so, I bring her in to eat and poop and nap. About 2 hours later, I let her out again.
I did that on Tuesday, except I slept so much, I just left her out most of the day. Yesterday, I don't know if it's cuz she's not used to me being home that much, she went out then ran back in. She actually stayed inside and looked out the window.
Her black cat friend, Calloo, has a bad habit of coming in and eating up all her food and trying to use her litter box, so I can't let her be inside w/the window open all day. I closed it, figuring something outside spooked her.
Later that afternoon, she went out and every hour or so would come back in, jump on the bed, rub against me, knead my shirt, then run back out. Crazy cat.
A few times I'd go out, to get some fresh air and sun, she'd come bounding out the bushes, pouncing on my feet. Or I went to get the mail, she races across the street, w/o looking both ways *sigh*...but the minute a car comes or she saw strange feet, she'd race back over into "her" yard.
When I'm out w/her, she acts like an angel, doesn't go anywhere, chases gnats and flies. But I've been told she climbs things, races around, hisses @ people. I've already caught her trying to climb a tree twice. Calloo taught her that. She chased him, he ran up the tree, then shimmied his way down, backwards. Now she's trying to climb trees. I saw her take a running leap and tried to hang out, but her nails were cut so short, she fell right off.
I don't quite know how I feel about her. A few times I catch myself calling her Sunny/Sunshine (my first and only cat). I like her well enough, she can be sweet, but she can also be a little bitch. I care about her and will always care for her. I worry if she's gone too long and it endears me she's a wuss when it comes to other cats. She beats the crap out of my hands, but is so submissive to other cats. She runs up to them wanting to play, but chirps and stops short before she gets to them. She hates dogs w/a passion. When it comes to me she always has to have the last hit/bite. She'll run up to me and nip me on the arm and run away. She suddenly wakes up from a deep sleep to spy a gnat in the apartment and tries to chase it. She'll stare intently at the ground watching an ant walk by and NOT DO A DAMN THING about it. When I wake up in the morning, I either spy her ears (she's sitting on the floor staring up @ me) or she jumps up on the bed and sticks her face under the pillow, staring @ me w/a weird squinty look on her face. I guess she's trying to figure out if I'm awake. I keep one eye close and peek @ her to see what exactly is she trying to do. If she knows I'm faking, she butts me w/her head. When she stretches her hind legs, she spreads her toes out like a human. She has freakishly long toes 
She was chewing @ some pink flowers yesterday afternoon, but hates wet food. She's so heavy now, when she sits on top of my chest, which is like every morning, I can't breathe. I sleep on my side, so she walks across me from calf to shoulder and struggles not to fall off like I'm a damned human tight rope. Or if I am on my stomach, she climbs up on my back and sits there. She's real serious about her sleep, more than once something woke her up and she'd sit up str8 and fall asleep in that position. I have to shove her over so she could lie back down......yea I'm mean. She only wants to be petted when she's in the mood and kneads me like I'm her mamma.
I don't regret getting her. I like coming home knowing another being is waiting for me. She makes the apartment less quiet. I wonder if she has a soul.
She's my Callie.
No matter how mad she makes me, what gets me all the time is her chirping. Sometimes when she sleeps I touch her to make her chirp. So if I love anything about her right now, that's it. Her chirping. I can't wait to move to get her a companion. Another female who I hope will be less bitchy than she is.
Not that any of this has anything to do w/being sick, but I've had enough about talking about my symptoms. I'm just ready to get back to my routine already.
