Poor Butcher came home yesterday complaining that he had had a headache all day, which he thought was just because he hadn’t had enough to eat, but when he tried to eat something after work, it just didn’t taste good to him; he couldn’t bring himself to finish it. And so, he said, he was going to go to bed and just see if he felt better.
And then, he came rushing out of his room to be sick in the privacy of the bathroom.
I just went in to check on him now, and he seems to be still breathing, so I didn’t linger. I don’t want whatever that is he has.
Tiny Cat Pants 
The Butcher has emerged! And he says, “I feel fine now.”
So, that was weird.
Oh, good. I was worried.
Me, too, but I assume it was his punishment for not running the dishwasher when he said he did.