Might as well just move on
Also, I have company (who offered to go stay elsewhere, but honestly, otherwise I sit around all day feeling sick and dizzy and pukey AND mopey[1]: now I do the same, but occasionally talk to people, too). Sam is underimpressed and hiding somewhere, maybe the closet. (Come out of the closet, Sammy, I say, then snicker, because he has always always preferred the she-kitties to the he-kitties, plus he’s neutered. Unfixed male cat in my house? I do not think so.)
Yes, I seriously have this little to say.
[1] I totally claim that being sick is making me sad. Plus the fact that I’m BORED OUT OF MY MIND. Can’t concentrate on reading or tv or internet. I won’t tell you how long it takes me to write one of these things.