Sunday 23 February 2020

As Fit as a Flea. . .

Hello and welcome to The Sunday Selfies! 


     We are joining The Kitties Blue, from The Cat on My Head blog, for the weekly celebration of blogs and bloggers from across the world, and across the species.

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     A link to the first part of this mini-adventure story called 'My Sweet Valentine' can be found HERE.

     If you want to see some of my, or rather Mrs H's January Foto Failures, then click the link HERE.


     Hello, and welcome to the 6th selfie of the New Year.

    
But first, the continuation of our little story. . . .


     Mrs Hudson sat beside Erin's bed and gazed down on the princess, who was looking particularly dishevelled. "Well, how do you feel?"

    "A bit better today, thank you, Mrs H. I think. . . " Erin blew her nose into a fresh tissue and then dropped it into a small dustbin beside her bed, joining countless others. "I think I'm over the worst of that flu bug. But I do feel as though I could sleep for a week."

    "So nearly back to normal then." Mrs Hudson winked to indicate she was only joking, as she knew the princess was not one to sit down on the job, well, not unless there was an unruly mouse to be SAT on. Looking at the thermometer, she'd just taken from Erin's mouth, she double-checked the reading. Satisfied, and having wiped it clean, she slipped it back into its case and carefully sat it on the bedside table. "Well, I'm pleased to say your temperature is back to normal 101.4 to be precise. As fit-as-a-flea, in fact."

    Erin blushed. "Ah, sorry about that I think maybe I do have one—"

    Mrs Hudson put up her hand to stop Erin from continuing. "Don't worry dear, I have spoken to your consultant, and they have made an appointment for you in a few weeks, once you are feeling fully recovered. Now let this all be a lesson for you. Never go out playing in the torrential rain even if you are seeing them toms off for trespassing. There's are a time and a place for these things, and if boys want to go galavanting around and catching colds – well that's up to them. You have responsibilities, my dear, and think what would have happened if both you and I were sick at the same time! Old Ned the gardener couldn't have coped with the cooking; believe me when I say the surprise in his 'vegetable surprise' soup was that he'd managed to peel-but not cook the veg. And Mrs Gusting, the reserve cleaner, would have damaged more than she cleaned; I really do need to book her in for an opticians appointment."

    "I'm sorry Mrs H, I really didn't mean to cause all this fuss; I'll be better next time and just shout at those boys in future, at night, from the upstairs bedroom window."

    Mrs Hudson winced at the likely caterwauling and increased lack of sleep she'd get, then sighed. Despite the reproving remarks, she really couldn't blame Erin for being a feline and estate proud. And there had been so much of it – the cold bug – going around. "Just promise me you'll be more careful dear, that is all. If it's raining or cold, wrap up warm and take your vitamins. Less snack food takeaways and more wholesome nourishment."

    Erin propped herself up in bed and beckoned Mrs Hudson over to listen. "Is there any news about, you know, my letter to Val?"

    "What letter is that dear? You sent a gift for Myrna, and she sent you a nice reply. I read that to you yesterday."

    "Oh, yes, not that. I mean that proposition I had for VAL." Erin gave her best attempt at a knowing wink like Mrs H's."

    "I do hope you and Seville have not got involved in another nip enterprise – South Sea Nip Futures or some other nonsense the Weasel Syndicate Inc. may have cooked up. Those things never hold water, and you will lose your money too!"

    "No, my Valentines Day proposition to Val, and my email letter asking him to, well you know, get hitched!"

    "Ahhh. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Erin, but I think you were hallucinating – delirious during your fever. I recall you – how should I put it – rambling on about some nautical themed adventures. Alas, I paid no regard. Though Val did send you a nice gift of a fluffy pink teaser."

    "So no gushing acceptance speeches?"

    "No, dear."

    "No bunches of roses and appointments for getting a gown and rings and booking a holiday to Portland?"

    "Alas, not. Sometimes we say things when we have a fever – live out in our dreams things that are desires rather than fact. Don't worry, though, at least you weren't mobile enough to send out invites or blog about it."

    Erin sighed, and Mrs H could see she had rather burst a bubble that Erin had for so long been inflating in her heart. "Best you rest up and get your strength back so we can get things back to normal. I'm still not over this cold of mine, and will need a hand chasing the mice that have taken advantage of your two-week illness!"

    "Two weeks! But I thought I had been off for a day, maybe two or three at the most!" Erin frowned, things really must have been bad. She made a mental note to contact Seville ASAP, to advise him about Mrs H's comments, and suggest they buy shares elsewhere to fund their early retirement plans.

    "Right," Mrs H continued as she got up and picked up Erin's empty breakfast tray, "time to get a move on. Rooms to dust, and guttering to wash and leaves to rake. Press the bell if you need me, otherwise have a small nap and then maybe work on this week's blog post?" Mrs H smiled and left the room, letting the door click softly shut behind her.

    Life, it seemed to Erin, had returned to normal. . . .






    Thank you for visiting us this week, and we hoped you enjoyed our frivolous fun feline fancy.

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23 comments:

  1. Your Highness, Princess Erin - do take care! There are more viruses around than We kitties know. The Humans are all getting hysterical about something called Corona. Stay well and maybe it's best to stay indoors. If there are errands to run, that's what humans are for (mol).

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  2. I am sorry Valentine hasn't replied to your proposal. Maybe your email got lost somewhere in the ether! I didn't know you had been ill for the past 2 weeks but am glad you are feeling well again.

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  3. Glad to see you are getting such great care. Maybe Val just is waiting until you feel better?

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    1. The joy of dreams is we will never know :)
      Purrs
      ERin

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  4. If that was a dream, it certainly was a very nice one, Erin. We hope you continue to feel better, sweet friend. XO

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  5. Normal sure is good sweet Princess and your selfie is beautiful!!

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  6. Oh dearest, you are in my dreams, too--when I'm asleep and even when I'm awake. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my Princess from a far away land that stole my heart and has graciously let me call her's mine. It is no secret that all of me--from the tip of my black bean pads to the tip top of my lil' ears--luvs all of you. I think we are magical together. I would be so lucky to have you forever on my arm. Purr purr purr and kiss kiss kiss, from me Your Floofy Prince.

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    1. Ahh, my sweet prince. Oh if only my dream had been so galant a hero and given such comfort and seen you in my arms. But then if you had you'd have got the flu, too and then where'd we be???
      Lots of purrs smooches and pawkisses to make up
      ERin
      XOX

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  7. That was a good read and glad things are getting back to normal

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  9. Get well soon Erin. These bugs are getting stubborn and a good week or two of duvet rest might be a great idea!

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  10. Oh my pal! I hopes you are feelin' betters now ~ all the bugs goin' around is just terribles! And for YOU to gets it, is just unacceptable! I wish I had some pawsome remedy, butts I am sure your Niptini's will kick in soon, and you will be feelin' up to huntin' those mouses in no time!
    Your selfie is just beautiful btw!
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  11. WHAT?!?! The proposal was a dream? NO!!!!!!!! We thought Val would come in and sweep you off your feet ... err ... paws ... err ... bed? Of course, he would know better than to sweep you off the unruly mouse you sat on ... but that's a story for another day. I should think the Kraken would be good at cleaning - with all those long arms.

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  12. Oh you poor thing getting the sniffles,I think a nice holiday is in order...somewhere nice and warm with sand,palm trees and a couple of hammocks and a carrotini or 2.....want me to come and get you and take you off for the day then you can sunbath, dig in the sand,you name it Princess!Magic closets come in handy in times like these...just what the doctor ordered,xx Speedy

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    1. Oooh now that does sound exciting! Just let me pack and see if I can find the key to the wardrobe; strangely Mrs H refuses to put a catflap in the wardrobe so I have to get a key etc. MOL
      Purrs
      ERin

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  14. ERin; we iz sorree ta lurn ya haz been under sum weather which cauzed ya ta bee under de weatherz...may thiz trout soop recipe find ewe happee healthee N fit in noe time...yur selfeez
    awesum... N we bet mizzuz H iz de one dreemin...bout de pro poze all & stuffz.... we think ya shuld sendz a text ta val N ask him if he getted it ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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    1. Thanks I'll get Mrs H to make some up just as soon as she gets back.
      Alas, it was but a delerium of the mind caused by my fever! Dreams don't come true, do they. . .
      On the plus side, I did actually get a nice teaser ;)
      Purrs
      ERin

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    2. Poor girl you got the flu ? No wonder it's really not a weather to go out ! So far we are all OK even ol'Arthur's eyes seem to be better.

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  15. We just read dear Valentines Message and feel with you that a purrfect couple would be the two of you. Erin we loved the story and hope you are back to better and running the castle like a, well, castle!

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  16. Hope both you and Mrs. H are feeling right as rain soon, Erin!

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  17. We're glad you're feeling better, Erin. Probably all the snoozing and dreaming helped. ;)

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