Nigel & Akira naughtily hanging together on our bed. Nigel is currently on a nice pillow , next to the kitchen heating vent experiencing kidney failure and the end of days. I sat up til 1am with him, doing the smoke ritual and holding a bowl of water to his sorry scabby looking mouth. Months of indiscriminate pissing in closets, on shoes, in the shower and many other unorthodox alternatives to the litter box is about to draw to a close. Poor. It was hard to get up this morning because I figured the first thing I’d have to do would be to have to pick up a hard cold dead cat . I pulled out a woven ABC playrug that the boys used to sit on outside. I wonder if Nige remembers it..
If he dies while I’m at work I will leave early because family menfolk will dig the grave but cannot bear to carry the scraggy one up the garden.
Tags: very old cat
July 23, 2008 at 3:48 am |
i am sending you massive kitty blessing energy…M