I was coughing and it worried Ashling whose response was to keep pointing
up to where the Laxatone is kept. Finally I asked her if "mommy" needed
"furball medicine treat" and she enthusiastically bumped me (Remember
that she doesn't like it herself.) So I faked eating some and danged if I
didn't stop coughing while doing that. Ashling has been proud of herself
all day since then and insisted on falling asleep in my arms.
[Posted in FML issue 3463]