Poor doggy me

Poor doggy me

I have a fever. I can't get up. There's nothing on TV either. I'll just stay under the blanket. Maybe someone will bring me something to drink. Or I'll just go back to sleep. We'll see.

Where are the others, anyway? Not even a rat is to be seen. I'm cold. I'm hot. I have a fever. If only I had stayed inside yesterday! But no, don't be such a wimp, said my mistress. Come on, come with me, we're not afraid of a little rain and wind. And now? Now I'm lying here. And I have a fever. That's what happens.

Where is my mistress, anyway? Is she in bed too? Can't get up? Great! Really great. Poor doggy me.

On the other hand... If my mistress is in bed, I could go and have a little sniff around in peace. Maybe the kitchen door is open. Should I? But I can't get up. Hmm. If the kitchen door is really open, then maybe the pantry is too...? My stomach is growling. I should at least go and have a look.

But how will I get back under my cosy blanket afterwards? I have a fever. I'd rather stay here. Or maybe not? I'll think about it again. Sleeping would definitely be nice too. There's nothing on TV anyway.

What was that? Did I hear something? Noises from the kitchen? From the pantry? Am I hallucinating? Hunger causes that, oh-oh. Fever too. And I have a fever.

Maybe I should go check on my mistress. Or continue sleeping. Or should I rather sneak into the kitchen? Mistress – kitchen – mistress – kitchen. Difficult to decide. Get up – sleep – get up – sleep. I don't know. I'll just wait and see what happens.

The other day, I was lying here waiting to see what would happen. And what happened? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing happened. It was awful. But also kind of cosy. I wondered where I had buried the last bone.

Oh dear! My last bone! If only I had it now! But I can't go out. I have a fever. And I have to lie here. I'll just close my eyes, that's it. Or I'll wait and see what happens. Maybe at least a cat will show up. Yes, a cat. The thing about the rat earlier was just a joke, there are no rats here.

My mistress's master has a black cat, almost completely black. Where is it? Oh dear – not in the kitchen, is it? In the pantry? Then it wasn't a hallucination after all! I must go and check immediately!

Or actually, I don't care. I'm staying here. I have a fever. It's not my fault. Nope. Not my fault. And besides, it's not my cat. So it's not my problem either. It would be interesting, though. I'll wait and see if there are any more noises coming from there.

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