Posted by on May 11, 2018 | 14 comments

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Well, I’m feeling sort of sorry for mama now that she has decided that it’s best for me to be at home in my own little bed and able to wander in my garden and lie in sun puddles, you know, that sort of thing.

And…need I say this…I really feel that at this time in my life when my little bones are not quite as oiled as they used to be and I have a bit of arthrite, as the French say, and have to go upstairs slowly, that it is best I stay home where there is a good vet.  Plus I love my KW (Kitty Whisperer).

Then again — figure THIS out:  Some evenings in the garden I run like a bat out of hell when I’m convinced something is after me.  Why do I do that, I wonder?  Maybe it IS a bat out of hell!  They have those around here.

Well, I’m sad for mama AND papa that they won’t be able to snuggle and huggle me whenever they please, and I know they are going to feel my absence each morning without my stretching out next to them with a little smile.  Or meowing to clean my litter bowl.  Or making them so tickled as they watch me dream and sleep with my paws 🐾 in the air.

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Oh, boy, I’m getting sort of teary myself but we’re here together for a good long month, so let’s forget all about the future and live in the present!

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Present? Present? Can I open it?  Can I LIVE in it?