Luckily, I have my two little nurses to take care of me. It is funny, though, how these two function as a team when either Joe or I is sick.
Annabelle is the constant worrier. At the slightest sniffle (due to sickness or sadness), she is on the case. She will not leave my side and prefers to be on my lap or snuggled right next to me at all times. She suddenly becomes the model kitty, abandoning all naughtiness for the sake of her ailing mommy.
Stubbs is very content to let Annabelle take the brunt of the caregiving. He takes over whenever she is taking a break. He will stay in bed with me all day when I am sick, but he leaves the following me around and constant watching to Annabelle. However, he has an inante ability to sense when I really need HIM.
Although Joe and I love both the kitties, Annabelle is a daddy's girl, and Stubbs is a momma's boy. Sometimes I just need the comfort of my big fluffy Stubby. And he knows when that is.
Stubbs and I have been through some tough times together, both on his end and mine. I have nursed him through ailments and soothes him through anxiety, and he has returned in kind.
When I broke up with my ex, which now seems like a million years ago, I found myself living alone for the first time, lost and lonely. Stubbs was my rock. He was by my side constantly, waiting at the door for me when I got home, cuddled right up to me each night. He made the healing process go much more quickly than it would have if I had been truly on my own.
So, here's to my little nurses. I love you guys!
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