Zeugma’s had a kitten-cold the past few days, sad and low-energy and, well, pretty much the way we all get when we’re sick. She coughs and sneezes and sleeps, and like the total mush she is, she wants attention. So she curled up on my chest when I was doing some web-surfing, her face in the hollow of my collar bone, her hind end supported by the crook of my arm, and went to sleep a-purring while I browsed. Of course, it’s summer, and both the girls are shedding hugely every day, and Zeugma’s stray fur tickled my nose. I stifled a sneeze, which woke Zeugma up. She stared up at my face, blinking, and not to be outdone, gave me a full-face wet open-mouth kitten-sneeze.