My little Z has asthma inherited from her birthmom. (I have it, too, and so does A, ever since we came to the San Joaquin Valley where we mainly breathe diesel exhaust and particulate pesticides.)
At this time of year, she also has allergies. Again, the rest of us can certainly sympathize.
And then she got a cold. It seems to have pushed her poor little voice over the edge. Mean mommy thinks it is really, really cute.