I had food poisoning a few days ago and felt like shite. Could barely stagger from the loo back to bed. On the first day my cat Stan bounced onto the bed and of course I thought he wanted feeding, so I stumbled into the kitchen and filled his bowl.
He gives me this 'WTF?' look and ignores the bowl, follows me back to bed and sits by me. He's even considerate enough not to stick his arse in my face as he does at weekends when he wants me to get up
I felt terrible for two days but it was so comforting to have a quietly purring animal curled up nearby.