The Flu

So, Monday morning I was as always rudely awaken at 5:45 am. Those people that call themselves my parents (I call them slaves) got me all ready for my day and gave me my bottle (in their bed! The one that calls herself Mommy was complaining that she didn't feel so great, but she had a busy day at work so she kept saying she had to go in), about 1/2 way through the bottle my stomach started making horrible noises and I made a huge mess of their bed, my clothes and the one that calls himself Daddy! So Mom decided she and I would stay home for the day. We put back on our PJ's and curled up and took a nice little nap. I felt horrible all morning, but slowly I started feeling so I decided that it was time to play. Unfortunately, mom still felt horrible (she looked it too!) and didn't want to play. Since this wasn't satisfactory to me, I finally convinced her to have dad come home early from work to play with me!

Lucky for me, Tuesday, I got to go on with my usual routine and go see my weekday slave and the boys that play with me all day long and Mommy, mommy tried to go to work, but when we came home we found her back in bed....Poor Mommy slave.