Sleep well kitty
Last night signalled the end of an era. My cat Monier, who had recently celebrated her 18th birthday in style (there was a party with many well-wishers, presents, prawns and cake), passed away yesterday evening. Her little kidneys eventually failed. It's sad of course but my parents and I are also somewhat relieved, since it was one of our greatest fears that she would wander off one day and just not return. This way everyone is at peace.
Naturally she spent her last few days making mischief. Mum and dad's house flooded on the weekend (some kind of washing machine malfunction) and pretty much the whole floor was under 3 inches of water. Instead of remaining outside like a sensible beastie, Monier proceeded to paddle through the house, stopping her kitty-paddle every so often to drink the water she was swimming in. Eventually, soaking wet, she went to sleep on a matress while the bewildered tradesmen were trying to shift it.
That's my girl. Sleep well kitty.
Naturally she spent her last few days making mischief. Mum and dad's house flooded on the weekend (some kind of washing machine malfunction) and pretty much the whole floor was under 3 inches of water. Instead of remaining outside like a sensible beastie, Monier proceeded to paddle through the house, stopping her kitty-paddle every so often to drink the water she was swimming in. Eventually, soaking wet, she went to sleep on a matress while the bewildered tradesmen were trying to shift it.
That's my girl. Sleep well kitty.