The kitty boys were concerned about why I spent the day Monday in bed. They came around as a team, meowing, patting me till I woke and sat up. This they did several times during the day. Apparently, the chicken I ate Sunday was tainted. Something, at least, knocked me out for a day! I’ll spare you details.

Nice to know the kitty boys were concerned. (“Who will open the cans? Who will open the cans!?”) 

Of course, without me around, who’d “scritch” the kitty boys? No wonder they were concerned! 

p.s. I feel much better today, if a bit weak.