I just heard Loki.
For the last few years his voice was the last I heard every night and the first every morning; nights it now seems missing me, mornings definitely wanting his breakfast.
06:45 today, as my wife got back in bed after a pee: it doesn’t pain this 99.9% atheist much to admit I took it to mean he let me know he arrived in Heaven.
No attempt made to be articulate here, a followup to my last post.
I’ve known Loki cat (aka Loki Lou) for pretty-much 17 years; all his life bar the first few weeks of it. I was there after he had his bits done, saw the red crusty… I was there as he made his first attempts to climb stairs. I’ve had to rescue him from a couple of ‘next-doors’ as he decided returning back over the fence was too hard. I’ve fed him every day for the past, what, 13 years bar the cattery visits, picked up his poos and mopped his pees; and when we’ve needed to take him to the vets I’ve been there too, including that time I accidentally threw him down the stairs and sprained his leg. I stole his and his kitty family’s chicken on Christmas Day 2004, he never forgave me; as it should be.
Speaking of the local cattery, taking him there before we went on holiday a few years ago in a cat box in a pram gained me a reputation I don’t think I’ll shake in a hurry. He doesn’t like cars, see.
He’s been an annoyance ever since he turned into an (agile) little old man and started humping soft toys, soft clothing, indeed anything, everything, soft. It’s not so much the act itself but our night-time sleep disturbances from the noises he made…
I haven’t a clue if all cats are as empathic, but he’s just known when a cuddle will help, and he’s helped. Lots. He’s known when to stay out of the way too.
He’s outlasted his (genetic) brother Marble, his sister Gizmo (always the proud princess), the lovely, lovely Mary, and the typically-scaredy-cat Nelson.
He’s always been a handsome chap with, to my untrained eye, a look of the kitten about him. But, since Christmas, he’s got old and infirm very quickly. Today he’s hardly eaten a thing.
So it’s time.
Time.
April the 1st, his birthday, will be…
My first #WednesdayChallenge of 2018:
“Eeeeee!”, said Ozzie Reynolds as he shot headfirst out of control down the new water slide.
Awed by what seemed his sheer terror, Georgie Stokes & Arnie Sommerfeld also shrieked as they fell.
“Again!”
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