Two days ago
Minnesota is a beautiful place; a very, very cold place.
I woke up as an icicle covered in fur buried himself under the covers between me and my wife.
It was so comfortable earlier that we had shut off the heat and just enjoyed the silence for a while.
We both fell asleep...
I realized what had happened as my cat snuggled his frosty little body against me, a plume of white from my frozen breath making a cloud in the air.
What started as a cough turned into a sensation like someone ripping a scab off, but inside my lungs.
My cat is currently enjoying my immobile state - ensconced in pillows and blankets, high on medication. I think he's trying to heal me through the power of purring.
3 years, 4 months ago
24 Jan 2016 02:31 CET