Of sleeping kitties and sick spouses...

Aww! Had to post this, as it was just too gosh darn cute and I was feeling sugary on such a dismal, cold, rainy December afternoon.

You know how animals have that ability to sense when you're feeling sick or sad. They just want to crawl onto your lap and warm it up with their love (and warm little bodies).

Mark was sick last week. A rarity to be sure, as the man never gets sick, but for about 48 hours, he sneezed, coughed, sniffled, and hacked away while at home from work (another rarity - Mark never calls in sick! It was *ME* who insisted he stay home to recover). 

There he was, bundled up in a nice thick comforter on the couch, his poor nose rubbed raw from the endless stream of snot being blown harshly into an endless wiping of Kleenex, enjoying daytime TV (ha! I say that, laden with sarcasm, as we all know that daytime TV sucks eggs). 

Of course, Frankie had to camp out on his lap pretty much the entire time, as evidenced in the above photo. Not the best quality - I took it with my mobile phone, so it's rather blurry, but you get the misery emanating from Mark's face as dear Frankie snoozes like a baby... 

Here, it's just another day in the life of a seemingly boneless cat...