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Nick is feverish and coughing, they both are, but when he starts rocking Calvin like a baby, sobbing,"We're out of cat food and now he'll eat us," is when Bill Szymanski becomes concerned enough to call for help. An hour later there's a knock on the door and when Bill answers he's greeted by the sight of Lionel Fusco decked from head to toe in contamination gear, lugging bags of cat food, kitty litter and a small bag filled with toys.
"I'm doing this for him, not you " he tells Nick frostily as he points to the round orange tabby rubbing against his ankles.