Johnny and Rupert here...
After spending untold hours and days sleeping next to Mommy while she was prostrated with flu*, working our little paw pads to the bone, THIS is how we were rewarded:
And it got worse.
Horrible, hungry worse...
Stay tuned, Monday we will tell the entire story--in the meanwhile, feel free to speculate upon the nature of our ordeal--which was (did we mention?) AWFUL.
XX Rupert and Tiny Johnson XX
*she is almost all better, the treacherous wench.