Sunday, December 24, 2006

It's A Bloody Christmas Eve Miracle

I just woke up (after six hours of sleep) to discover Curly in his usual corner of the bed, and LarryElvis within less than a foot of Curly, right up next to me outside the covers. Of course, when I stirred and started petting, LarryElvis wanted to get friendly with Curly, and Curly didn't like that, and jumped off the bed.

The rattling in his head has lessened quite a bit, but he's still got that pitiful mewl. He didn't sneeze any this morning, either. First place he went when we got out of bed? Food bowl.
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1 comment :

grandefille said...

Aw. Big brudders don't usually like li'l brudders to smooch on 'em. At least not where anybody can see.

By mid-month you'll come in from work and they'll be grooming each other. Or beating the hell out of each other -- you know brothers.

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