Ok, so as I last reported, the human woman was catching a cold and hopped up on nyquil again. Bonus for us as the kleenex treats are a'plenty. We got an extra special bonus bonus when the human man stayed home after lunch because he too caught a cold.
I don't see why they get all laying in bed when they have a cold, when I'm cold I like to run around the yard and play in snow, the humans catch a cold (I won't catch a ball, but I'd love to catch me some cold), they just complain and moan and lay in bed and give me used kleenex.
Yeah, so I'm torn. Its fun to drive them insane when they are sick, but then things like the following happened.
The human man has been napping in bed all day, oblivious to our devious ways. The human woman comes home, kleenex twisted into both nostrils. She dutifully does her usual household chores, which includes feeding us promptly at 5pm, then goes into the bedroom and asks the human man if he would like some of the soup that she's fixing for herself. He responds: "I had soup for lunch, I need something more substantial".
On the plus side, we got some soup for dinner (mmm, chicken noodle) and the human man no longer screams shrilly and flails when we leap on him, so I think this worked out well.