I could barely move to get past evil cat's cuddles yesterday, last night I was her sleeping cushion and today has been much of the same.
It is a bit sad, because a week away means that we can see that evil cat is getting a bit shabby. In her prime, and up to a few months ago, she had the most glorious, soft, golden tabby fur that was not quite shorthair but had a sort of soft aura about her. If she sat in a patch of sunlight with the cat's contemplative expressions, she seemed to glow. She also shed with enthusiasm and in large quantities. Now it is a bit spiky rather than fluffy, a little greasy instead of cloud-soft, and just a bit thin.
A few years ago she lost a lot of weight and as a result got an eye infection (it doesn't make sense, but trust me, it's true). Now it looks like the start of the same inflammation.
While we were away she had vast quantities of food, lots of fresh water, plenty of fuss and cuddles from Nice Mr Next Door who adores her and lots of great kips uninterrupted in her favourite napping places. She is still having great quality of life - and tuna. But watching her is a bit like a thousand cuts.
Though many of those cuts are like the half dozen or so I have gained over the past 24 hours as she has dug in to climb the hard way up to my lap, up my leg, onto my shoulder, etc. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her claws
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