This time, just when it looks like it’s down, she coughs it up, sending it flying across the room, which alerts her sister to try to grab the “treat.” Can’t let that happen so, still holding the first cat, I bend at an entirely inappropriate angle and grab it, only to feel something in my ribs go “pop.”
Later when I’m complaining to Katie about my sore ribs, she says, “Well maybe you should learn to ask for help.”
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