Recovering from this cold has turned Edda into a grump-meister. Her throat must be killing her because every time she coughs, she has a huge grimace on her face and she’s pretty much refusing to eat anything.
There has also been occasional screaming and biting. We are all standing a little further away from her today since, although she can’t coordinate her movements very well, she’s got the accuracy of a shark going after a surfer’s leg when it comes to getting you with her chompers when she wants to let you know that she’s pissed. Yeow!