The cat telegraph

Warmish - sunnyish. In the last seven days, the children have been home, sick, for six. Mama, also with the 'flu, feels as if she's about to disintegrate in a Lem-Sip flavoured puddle of stress and sleep-deprivation.

"The big tabby up the road says you've got a D-O-G in there... Is that him there with the short tail and droopy ears? No contest!"