He’s finally back.  He abandoned me completely during my time of need.  During those two long weeks of sniffling, coughing, sore throat, feverish times.  I was all by myself. Left to keep my own company.  To take my own temperature.  Fetch my own Kleenexes.

Not that he’s particularly adept in filling any of those needs.  But still.  You hope to reap rewards after you’ve invested so much.  And invest I have.  Years and years of care and love.  Offered unselfishly and unconditionally.

Even during the day, he became offish.  The looks he gave me lacked their normal concern and affection.  I asked again and again what I had done to deserve that snobby, aloof attitude but no good answer was forthcoming.

The night times were especially long and lonely.  I’ve become accustomed to his warmth.  His mutterings.  The slight stirrings.  They help me get a good night’s sleep and surely, if there’s ever a time you want a good night’s sleep, it’s when you have a bad cold.

He’s very sensitive to touch and smell.  It became clear that he’d decided I wasn’t up to par on those things so he turned his back on me.   Actually, it was his back I particularly missed. After all, nothing says sleep like a purring cat, his furry warm  back tucked snuggly into the small of yours. 

Anyway, as I said earlier, he’s back.  How sweet it is.