I still feel poorly.
I like to let my human know this, with sad, squeaky meows.
I also let him know by looking at him with a sad face.
When I look at him like this, he sometimes brings me chicken.
Today, it worked - he gave me chicken in my bowl. He even brought my bowl over to me.
When the chicken was finished, I gave my human another sad look.
He brought me more chicken.
After this chicken, another sad look got me more of it.
I don't like being poorly, but I like what my sad face does to my human.
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