The colder time of year season

"Achoo...!" sniffled my pet feline, Sam. I turned upward from the book I was perusing and gazed at Sam, whereupon he gave another noisy wheeze, "Achoo!"

Sam has been sniffling often. I guess the chilly climate sometimes falls short for him. Furthermore, he has taken to concealing in corners and giving out a boisterous yowl which exhibits that he is in torment.

Having compassion for my feline, I got the jug of medication passed on the table and held it to my mum.

"Time to give prescriptions to the feline," said mum. I got hold of Sam and together my mom and I figured out how to get a couple of drops of the fluid into his mouth. Sam despises taking medication, nearly however much we kids disdain infusions I assume. However at that point once more, it is great for him, so that is something worth being thankful for.

"Achoo...!" This time it was my sister from the kitchen. I disregarded her.

"ACHOO!" a huge sniffle emerged from my mouth. I quickly mixed for a tissue, while I could hear my mum saying, "Everyone is sniffling, every one of them. I guess I'll need to ..."

I hurried away before mum could finish her sentence, yet I realized what was coming straightaway.