Hmm... This was a complication. Hans had come to check up on Ali (and volunteer to go to store, he'd noticed they seemed to be a bit light on several items), but now he found her asleep (or nearly so) under a furry blanket.
At some later point, when Hans has returned and put out cream (of which Alfdis has partaken), the darkest kitty in the house nudges Ali's cheek with some urgency, a plaintive tone in her mental voice.
There is one very sure way to wake a mother up, and it's those words in that tone. Ali's awake and mostly aware almost immediately, curling an arm around Alfdis and scritching between her ears.
"Aww, what's wrong? Did you eat the wrong flowers again?"
Hans put out a dish of creeeeam, she explains, curling up in a little ball of feline misery, the perfect recipient for all manner of loves and attentions.
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Hmm. What to do? What to do?
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Aliii? I don't feel good...
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"Aww, what's wrong? Did you eat the wrong flowers again?"
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"Haaaaaaaaans!"
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