Thursday evening, I took my cat, Tiger, to the vet. He was a very sick little kitty, which I didn’t realize until the vet told me so. He has two issues going on. Both of them are contagious to cats and one is contagious to humans.
Friday, I started feeling sick myself. I don’t know if I “caught” what he has, if I caught something going around the office, if I am sick because he is in the house for the time being and I am allergic to him, or if I just don’t feel well.
This morning, as he was leaving, my husband asked me how I was feeling. I told him that I still didn’t feel very good. He said he was sorry that I felt sick.
Then he said, But you did eat a whole box of cookies last night.
I told him that I know what I feel like when I eat too many cookies and that this was different. It wasn’t from the cookies.
Then I said, I eat too many cookies to make up for the love that is lacking in my life. I told him I knew it wasn’t healthy and that it was like an addiction.
He just looked at me and then he said, I try to love you.
Then he said, I have to go to work now.
And he left.