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Date: 22 January 2006 21:39:35
It does seem as if Miffcat may be running out of them, despite valiant attempts to prove us otherwise. His legs are going now. And yet he tries to keep going. He will keep jumping up on work surfaces, windowsills, and even - when we let him out into his garden this afternoon, scaled the arbour. Of course, as soon as he tried to get down, he fell onto the concrete below. But as we rushed up, expecting to see a flattened heap on the ground, this pitifully thin, scarecrow of a creature upped and waddled off indoors. I rescued him as he rolled off the windowsill onto a radiator, and we're all getting used to listening out for the inevitable "meowww" as he insists on attempting the impossible yet again.
However, every time we think that that final, last trip to the vets is inevitable, he does something to confound us. As half an hour ago - when he tottered his way up onto the kitchen counter and demanded second helpings of his favourite Gourmet Gold. (Yes, we've loads of renal diet stuff in stock, but tbh, at this late stage, and if you were him, what would you rather have? Something naughty but nice, or the feline equivalent of museli?). Likewise, his little mountaineering excursion. So, it was nippy this afternoon, but who knows; it may have been Miffcat's last, and spending a happy half hour gazing out over next door's garden and eyeing up the bird population isn't a bad way to spend it, I reckon.
But sadly, I think we all know that time is running out. ..rapidly. Mr Miff and I took ourselves to the pub this afternoon and mused over 'arrangements.' When the time comes, and Miffcat is no more, we intend to bury him in his 'cat garden.' We never expected when he was originally diagnosed - that he'd live to make the use of. As it is, he's managed all last autumn and last year's glorious summer. And autumn...and winter, until Miffdog and I put our collective feet (and paws down) as we were getting tired of spending the early morning shivering away in the kitchen with the window open whilst Miffcat disported himself in the arbour, or amongst our special IOW lavender bushes.
As Mr Miff says, 'He's such a brave little cat.'