Purfectly content
A few nights ago Muffin cam up on the bed, as she often does when we go to bed, and chases our hands under the covers (she seems to think there is a big rat under there or something.) She often settles between Ryther's legs, incidentally yet another trait of our old lady cat, who she seems to be the embodiment of. But this night she settled herself on my chest as I was reading, half under the covers, and just relaxed there for half an hour at least. Eventually I had to roll her off, as I get all kinds of twitchy when I 'cant' move, but for that while it was so sweet. Our adopted old lady, from across the street (the ancient lady who eventually got eaten by coyotes) used to do that all the time. She would sit on my chest and put her paw on my lips, as if to say "dont' speak!" Muffin is the sweetest, funniest cat. She's rambunctious and dumb, but so very lovable.
Meanwhile poor Smudge is failing more so. She has had diarrhea for a few days now... and it stinks to high heaven. I took Ryther down to the kitty litter box today to show him... but of course he still doesn't think it's 'time' yet. She's still eating... and drinking and moving.. which is good I guess. But one can only guess at her discomfort. Whatever. It's not my call I guess. I just know I'm not giving my husband the power over my medical care when the time comes. Frig that.
Meanwhile poor Smudge is failing more so. She has had diarrhea for a few days now... and it stinks to high heaven. I took Ryther down to the kitty litter box today to show him... but of course he still doesn't think it's 'time' yet. She's still eating... and drinking and moving.. which is good I guess. But one can only guess at her discomfort. Whatever. It's not my call I guess. I just know I'm not giving my husband the power over my medical care when the time comes. Frig that.