The coughing? That's me. The fever? It belongs to little e. The sore throat? Sweetheart G. The unconscious guy in the bed insisting he is not really that sick, but he's not getting out of bed? Oh, you could guess that one. To top it all off, The Tank (our cat) began to sneeze continuously in the night. Give us all fluids, tuck us into bed, and say 'good night'.