Today's the day I should be taking photos of lots of these.
Except that outside it's doing this.
I thought that there was a break in the rain, but by the time I carried everything down there, it was raining again. V played in the rain for a little while and I sat hoping it would stop raining.
But it didn't. So I gave up. I'll make hangtags or something.
On the way back inside, Grace had come downstairs so I brought my indoor-only cat outside for a few minutes so she could look around.
Last week I noticed she was looking mighty yellow, so I took her to the vet where we discovered that her liver is not functioning well.
Grace is 17 years old and I've had her since she was a wee kitten. My mom gave her to me even though I said didn't want one more cat. I already had two.
But I'm glad my mom ignored my complaints. Gracie has been the best cat in all the best cat ways that you can imagine. The few mice I've ever had in my house, she has caught. As R says, she's not quick, she's sudden.
She's a lap cat. She's never happier than when sitting with you on the sofa, even if she just met you. Grace never met a stranger.
She doesn't act like she's ready to move on. Give her a string and she'll play, brush her and she'll thank you with purrs. So I'm giving her subcutaneous fluids most nights to keep her hydrated. And I'm feeding her special food several times a day whether she likes it or not (she doesn't).
And I'm thankful for this time we have left together, no matter how short these 17 years now seem.