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]