Mummy has been poorly this week so we’ve all be doing our best to make her feel better. It’s not that we don’t always look after her but this week she really needed a bit of extra love. Mummy is normally always doing things, pottering about the flat doing things here and there but what’s not normal is mummy to spend a whole day in bed, just watching the tv and with daddy bringing her drinks and soup. I’ve never seen mummy like this before so I thought that it was time for once to look after mummy like she normally looks after me.
Whilst mummy was napping I crept up onto the bed and snuggled up with her, tucked in as close as I could get. Even though she was dozing I know that she would feel better with me snuggled in, you don’t need to be awake to feel love and caring being shared. Then a bit later Millie came along and took a nursing shift and she snuggled her warm, floofy fur into mummy’s feet, with the warm sun and Millies soft fur this was bound to help mummy get well quickly.
Then when it got to the evening much to my surprise mummy got up and started to get dressed. I ran to tell daddy “daddy, daddy, mummy’s getting up, she’s not well enough and needs to go back to bed, she’s still sneezing and blowing her nose and sounds awful.” Daddy went in and chatted with mummy and then said “Jenny sweetheart, mummy’s getting ready to take you for walkies. I know she’s poorly but she loves your walks so much that she doesn’t want to let you down.” I promised daddy that I’d look after mummy and make sure we’re not out for too long.
Mummy and I had a great walkies, I took it slowly for her but obviously still climbed a couple of trees and chased some birds. At least while I’m tree climbing mummy can just stand and watch which is nice and easy for her. Whilst we were chatting, mummy told me that her mummy had always said that if you were feeling poorly that along with resting fresh air is always good to help heal and recover. When we got home mummy was really tired so we had bath time, then dinner and with full tummies we all relaxed on the sofa and chilled out together with daddy and watched some tv
Then I got a package delivered, with my name on it and everything, it was a lovely present from my furriend Oscar, his mummy had made a beautiful handmade blankie in mummy’s favourite colour purple. Of course I tried it out first, then Millie had a turn and then as a special treat (just coz she’s poorly) I let mummy try it out too and then once she was comfy Millie and I hopped on and we all snuggled up together, keeping mummy nice and warm. As mummy was suffering from enforced kitty paralysis it also mean daddy had to get anything mummy needed so it meant she could rest up some more. Even Angelin who doesn’t normally like blankies at all snuggled up on this one so that just shows how extra special the lovingly made gift is.
Even when mummy was feeling a bit better and was up and about I still made sure that I kept her spot warm by curling up on her pillow, just in case she needed somewhere to have a little nap. We were all such good nurses that mummy was feeling better in no time at all and was back to her normal self, whilst she was still a bit tired and went to bed early that was ok as it was just an excuse to have more cuddles. It was so strange to have mummy so poorly, I’ve never known her to spend all day in bed so we’re all much happier now she’s back to normal and our nursing duties are over, although the extra snuggles were really nice. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t have got better so quickly without our expert help, us kitties make excellent nurses. So with nurse maid duties over, we’re back to normal and having our regular energetic walkies, lots of playtime and of course bath time as all that always helps keep mummy in tip top shape.
All that is left to say now is happy Mother’s Day mummy, you’re the best mummy in the world, you scoop our poop every day, you tidy up after we’ve raided the toy basket and even when your sick you still put me first and make sure I get my walkies. You’re the best mummy in the whole world.
Jenny’s Story 