Yay! I actually have time to do this! Again, I apologize for small chapters, but I try to update every night and only have a certain amount of time to do that, so there are smaller chapters. :( Thanks for the title ideas, I will probably use one of them soon. Right now I have a lot to do and little time to do it. Hopefully I won't have too much homework this weekend and will be able to put longer chaps. Enjoy!

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I was bringing some food to the kitchen when I found him like this. I think he's got some cat flu or something."

"How long have you been standing here?"

"Only a few minutes. Feel his fur, it's all sweaty. Poor thing." A hand ran over his forehead, very cold compared to how hot he was. He shivered and tried to open his eyes, but was unable to move.

"I'm going to go get some help, stay here with him. And if he does wake up try to keep him from moving around a lot." He could hear feet softly patter away from him as the speaker left. The other person was kneeling next to him, gently stroking his fur.

"It's all right, she'll be right back with help . . . Oh, I hope she does." The speaker murmured, mostly to herself. Puss tried to open his eyes again and managed to open them this time, even though only halfway. A young maid was sitting next to him, looking down the hall, not taking any notice that he was awake. She looked really worried. Swallowing hard, he coughed and managed to say in a weak voice, "What's wrong senorita?"

She jumped, startled by his voice, and looked down at him. "Oh, you're awake. You were laying here like you were dead, I didn't know what to do." A small smile of relief flitted across her face before turning into a frown of worry again. Puss twitched his tail and tried to sit up, but he was gently held down as she said, "No, don't get up. Ana will return in a moment, she wants you to stay still until she returns." Once again she looked down the hall, other hand nervously playing with the hem of her brown dress.

Puss didn't know how long he had been unconscious, only that he felt hot and sore all over, and his stomach felt like it was on fire. His eyelids felt like lead. What if the others found out? He didn't know how they would react, and he didn't want to find out. A famed ogre killer brought down by a little sickness? Puss would have none of that. Pushing the hand away, he forced himself to stand and pull himself together.

The maid stood. "Sir, I don't think you shoul– "

She was cut off by Puss, who said hurriedly, "No, I'm okay, really. I just have a head cold, that's all. I was resting here until my headache passed. I'll go take a catnap right now and feel better." He flashed her a weak smile and stumbled down the hall to his room. Twice he fell; the third time he couldn't get up and crawled inside his room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. "Just... a cold..." He moaned, closing his eyes in pain. If he could just get to his bed, he could sleep away the pain and feel better. With a muffled groan he stood and stumbled over to the bed, climbed up to the top, and sprawled on the blanket. Just a few moments of sleep....

He woke up feeling a little better, but his stomach still felt upset and he had a little trouble focusing. It was as if he had been using the catnip again, but he knew he hadn't because that was taken away ages ago by the knights. Puss yawned and rubbed the back of his head tiredly. There was a loud knock on the door, startling him out of his thoughts, followed by a female voice.

"Puss? Are you in there?" Fiona's voice came from the other side, muffled but worried.

Puss opened the door and tried to look wide awake and fine. "Yes, princess?"

"I was just wondering if you were okay, since you weren't at breakfast this morning." She studied him critically. "Are you feeling all right? You don't look so good."

"Ah, yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all. I was sleeping when you knocked."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Puss. I'll let you sleep. Do you want me to wake you up for dinner?"

"Sí, that would be nice. Thank you." With a smile he shut the door. When he was sure that she had gone he rubbed his eyes and sighed. The pain was becoming unbearable again, and he knew it would be just a matter of time before he threw up and the others found out about him being ill. He didn't want them to think that he couldn't handle a common cold! With a moan of pain he couldn't handle his stomach and threw up again. When he opened his eyes and wiped his mouth, he looked at the vomit and knew that this was more than a common cold. Covering the floor in front of him was some orange hair, saliva, and... blood.

He felt frightened, since he had no idea what was happening to him, and he knew that he would sooner or later need to get help, or he would end up very badly. Panting, he opened the door and looked to see if anyone was around. No one was in sight. This wasn't good. Puss didn't know if he could make it to the end of the hall to call for help, but he had to. Using the wall as a support, he kept one arm around his stomach and one on the wall.

This seemed to work because he soon covered half the distance before feeling really dizzy and having to stop. He retched again but nothing came up, and he wiped sweat off his fur and continued. Someone was coming near him, and as they turned the corner he saw it was the maid, Ana. Seeing what kind of state he was in, she gasped and caught him before he fell again.

"I knew that when Sara said that you were okay that it was a lie." She said, picking him up and cradling him in her arms. "Don't worry, I've called for a doctor. Just relax and we can get you help. Goodness, you are hot." The last part was to herself, and she pulled out a wet washrag and laid it on his forehead. It was too big but it felt heavenly on Puss's fevered body, so she kept it there to cool him down.

The servant climbed up onto the horse that was too large for him and galloped away, the letter safely tucked away so it wouldn't get wet. The rain was falling heavily but it didn't matter. The master wasn't one to be merciful when angry, and the small servant would rather face rain than him. In a couple of days the letter would be delivered, and the chance for revenge would come.

Hah! I was able to finish tonight! Yay! Anyways, I will try to update tomorrow, but don't expect it to be long. I need to watch Shrek 2 again to get my brain flowing, but I LOST THE DVD!!!!!! Once I find it I will be happy again! For now just review please! I like getting them, but then again, who doesn't? Hah. I need sugar.... bye!