Fixing Phoebe

She'd been doing okay, I thought, until I looked at the normally spherical and seal-like Phoebe. And I listened to her breathe. And it was not good.

I went downstairs to the furnace and fiddled with buttons and knobs on the humidifier and turned that puppy on.

This evening, I still hear her snorting but there's no bloody nose.

Think good thoughts about a pussycat.