Yesterday evening, some friends came to visit. It was great, but by the end of the night - well, 1:00AM this morning, I was shattered and retired to bed. One of my migraine triggers is overtiredness, and boy, was I *tired* by the end of last night.

Anyhow, during the night, I started to develop a horrendous migraine. Full nausea and inability to move due to the excruciating pain in my head. This wasn't helped by the melodious snoring of my best beloved lying in the bed next to me. Waffles knew I was ill and leaped into action. She knew Vernon had to be roused to get me some painkillers - I couldn't move to get them myself. So, she did what any caring cat would do to waken my source of help in my time of need.... She sh*t on the bedroom carpet and to make sure Vernon's full attention would be grasped (by the throat and gasping for breath), she did it up the wall and made sure it had a fine aroma. She did really well, as she could have awoken the dead with the offering from her rear end.

Vernon woke up and started coughing, as the cloud of green air wafted under his nose. He immediately leapt into action and sang the praises of Waffles for disturbing his dreams. He also went into autopilot mode opening the bedroom window (which allowed in blasts of arctic air) and then started to clear up the delightful modern art that Waffles had left on the carpet and wall.

At this point I managed to moan about being in pain and wanting to die. Next thing I knew my darling husband was at my side bearing strong painkillers and a cup of tea. Just the trick! This doesn't get rid of the migraine, but it took the edge off it so at least I could get through the rest of the night.

All thanks to Waffles!

Waffles then jumped up on the bed and snuggled down next to me, giving her gentle purrs. I told her that not only is she an RCN (Registered Cat Nurse), she is also a fully qualified RCA (Registered Cat Aromatherapist). What would I do without her?

Copyright © Helen Simmons
December 31, 2000