Therapy Cat

My Dear Fellow,

This tune has been in my head all day. We are on Day 2 of "I don't have a desk" and it seems somehow appropriate.

Today I chose to sit in an inaccessible corner of the office and listened to "I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue" all day. So in many ways it was a much better day than yesterday.

Yesterday's headache kind of dangled around until noon before departing. But it was nowhere near the barf-inducing strength it reached yesterday. For this, I shall give my little pal Jasper the credit. It is the freakiest thing, but he always seems to sense when I am unwell. After I took to my bed yesterday, he followed me and laid on my pillow purring onto my head. Just to be clear, this is something he never normally does.

I'm not sure if purrs are of therapeutic value, but it was a nice noise that allowed me to drift off peacefully. Extra chicken for the little chap tonight I think. 

Perhaps they should give out kittens on the NHS.

Parsones