She’s turning 17 this year.
Furs a little rougher, no matter how high fat of food we give her.
Eyes don’t work as well as they used to.
Ears don’t hear as well either…
She’s been lonely since her brother Odhinn died last May.
The kittens just aren’t the same as her life long best friend.
And now, dementia is sneaking up on her.
There’s an unspoken agreement between us…
When it’s time, we’ll hold her close and say good bye.
She’ll let us know when that time comes.
Until then, we’ll keep her happy with whatever foods she enjoys, and all the late night cuddles she wants.
Last night, we had the absolute pleasure of thunderstorms rolling through.
We finally got some much needed rain!
While we humans enjoy the thunder and lightning, the indoor cats have differing opinions about it all…
Nancy just didn’t care.
Neither did the oldsters, Freyja (who didn’t even lift her head) and Odhinn (who likes deer…he just wants y’all to know that)…
The geriatrics of the indoor cats…
And then there’s Daisy Mae…
Daisy Mae would like you all to know that thunderstorms are scary, lightning is scary and that yelling at Mom about things being scary doesn’t help because Mom yells back.
Seriously though, she was the only one who was freaked out about the storm. Once I caught her, she settled into my lap and only jumped with the overly loud thunder claps.
This morning, she did her usual shrieking at me, to make sure i knew she wasn’t happy I was making fun of her.
She’ll get over it.