I'm just back from a visit to the vet. The cat came too, of course. Nothing major, for now (though I've to check on his breathing for the next week, on the lookout for something more long-term), just another of his knocks from outdoors escapades. But he's 14 now. And every bump and scrape, every fight, every hint of being off his food, every everything, has me imagining the worst. I'm pretty good at that anyway: thanks, Mum, for the inherited assume the worst panic mode, it's great. So I get myself worked up, and start wondering if this is it, If the end is coming. I lost his brother to a road traffic accident when he was 2, and since then, I became his substitute cat friend, only with an added ability to open the food pouches. We've been together through the worst of times for me. He's my baby, my crutch. Yes, I'm THAT woman (and couldn't care less, I'll take him over most humans, ta). For all his little annoyances - the fussy eating, the clawed-at furniture, the random attention-seeking howling - he's the best. And I'd be lost without him...
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Pelmeni
24/1/2016 04:27:25 pm
If cats could open food, what would they need people for?
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Bagel
25/1/2016 10:19:17 am
That's why he lets me live.
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Bread
25/1/2016 12:47:04 pm
Aww, he's lovely! What's his name? Is it Mr Thropllethorpe? Because, if it isn't, it really should be.
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Bagel
1/2/2016 02:41:23 pm
Remind me not to ask you advice on names, ever :)
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Rice
31/1/2016 01:06:40 am
He looks like the boss of the house.
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Bagel
1/2/2016 02:42:38 pm
I am merely a humble servant of His Royal Kittehness, who gets a claw to the face if I don't get his breakfast out early enough.
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Roger
1/2/2016 02:29:29 pm
KITTEH MANIA!!
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Bagel
1/2/2016 02:43:16 pm
KITTEH ROCKS!!!
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