My porcelain thrown was hugged tight last night and I wanted nothing more than to NOT be by myself.
See, I love living alone...except when I get sick.
Not sure what's going on with my tummy but sickeness, alone in the dark, is horrible. Even if I know I am just going to throw up, I still have a flash of panic that this is my last hoorah.
This is it.
I am going to die alone, next to my toilet.
To cap off the night, after round 2 at 5:00am, I heated up some water for camomile tea (and found out I had none...perfect) but decided to sip on the hot water. That would have been great except I proceded to spill half of the NEAR BOILING water all over my chest.
Thank goodness for my Florence Nightingale, aka Olivia. She stayed up with me, kissing my nose when I got back into bed, curling up beside me and purring throughout the night.
I love my little cat.