Oh, goodness. It has been a spell. The last time I opined about the wonders of wonderfully ancient cats was probably in 2016. Maybe a little later, when I wrote a goodbye love-letter to beautiful Bianca. The point is, it has been a spell. And as we often find with spells, it has been…complicated.
I don’t need to spend years with a cat to love her. I don’t even need months. I don’t need weeks. The length of a day becomes a luxury when time is limited. Hours can represent tiny lifetimes if you fill them with meaning. Such was my time with Bianca.
This is a love letter. Most who know me know that I love cats. Those who know me well know that I love old cats. This is a love letter to the old cats.
Human beings do not have five senses. We have many, many more — including proprioception. But just when we think we might be pretty amazing, cats remind us what sense and sensibility are all about.
There are many things I don’t know. Why Jimmy Fallon hasn’t been elected president. Why there are no Waffle Houses in New Jersey. Where the following amazing writer gets all her amazing.
As if it weren’t enough to adopt an elderly, “imperfect” cat; as if it weren’t enough to champion the praises of elderly, “imperfect” cats to all who would listen; as if it weren’t enough to become one of our most fabulous volunteers; Carrie M. has penned the following for our delight. Enjoy.