Well, what did I expect?

It's feeding time at the zoo.

I crouch down to lay Ketzel's bowl of high protein wet food on the tray that keeps stray morsels from populating the floor more than they already do. I stroke her silky soft fur until she has settled into daintily snarfing down her dinner.

I rise to leave for my next stop - feeding Marko down in the dungeon, his chosen domicile. The two-state solution continues.

"Good girl," I say.

She ignores me.

Nothing submissive about my pretty little girl.
But then, she is a cat.

PS - I'm starting to get better. Slowly but definitely. Unfortunately, I fear that Daddy may have it now, but given that it hit him nearly a week after he last visited I can be reassured that he didn't get it from me. Get well, Daddy!