Momma has been a tad peeky for last part of yesterday and all night. It was an allergy attack, the kind that renders her virtually speechless. She thought she was coming down with the flue, but nope, it was some rogue barley something hidden in a food source that said it wasn't, but Momma's fat tongue and ulcered throat and shaking said otherwise! It does remind me so much of my self, except Momma doesn't need the pink tray! She sympathises wholeheartedly when she feels like this and I get even more kisses whilst I comfort her. But it's Faith who is the Princess of love at this time and her and ManSlave cook up a big pan full of chicken soup between them.
After she has tended the sick, she demands the ingredients to make that person better, using whichever human can help her. Of course it's always me that is the poorly one and Momma and Faith make their special soup just for me. Faith NEVER tastes it, she doesn't really like it, but she is partial to the chicken breast slithers that are for her and her alone. ManSlave was a little perplexed at his helper. She really does get herself involved and likes to watch every process with interest, with really, no gain for herself. After it is made she races to your bed side squeaking and creating and waits patiently whilst it's supped and never asks for any herself.
After you have eaten your soup, she spends the rest of the time either snuggled up in beside you or dancing a merry jig, trying to make you laugh. She has had Momma in hysterics this morning whilst she did a balancing act along the bookshelf, then chattered out of the window to non existent birds on the roof and wiggle her bottom and raced all over the bed jumping on invisible critters... then crash headlong onto Momma's chest purring.
She is the best chicken soup ever and can fix anyone feeling a bit out of sorts.