Bolt number two is the bad one. The Kougar has contracted the crap virus stuff going around, staved off to minimal suffering by her natural supplements -- purr-thanks to the Divine.
This is fascinating to the Kougaress, and a mystery, since her prairie home is isolated, and it's been two weeks, at least, since any direct contact with the humans. Unless cyber transmission is involved, and black cyber ops are the secret culprits.
It's a meowing-yowling-growling conspiracy...what else? Now your computer screen can transmit virus not only to itself, but to the innocent screen-staring user. Covert-suspicious, stealthy as her kind, the Kougar investigates. Aha! the frequency is encoded, invisible as nano dots designed to simply burrow into your brain. The message: Crap Nasty Flu now...now...now...
Meow-okay, it makes a good plot. And it's all mine! Claw-hiss-spit-swipe! You keep your mitts off Stephen King!