It is around this time of year that I publish a festively themed photo featuring our two pussies. This year, it ain’t going to happen.
Sadly, one of them has developed severe asthma and after several courses of pills from one vet we took her to another vet who kept her for a week for tests and treatment. We picked her up this morning and she is in a terrible state; worst of which is that she has stopped eating, and cats can’t stop eating for more than a day or so without liver failure; so her future is not too bright.
So I am playing nurse to one cat, and giving attention to the other cat when I can; and the thought of lining either or both of them up for a shot with a fake snowman (yes, I bought one) does not fill me with any enthusiasm.
I discussed the situation with she who must be obeyed this morning and she observed that she had never had to see one of her cats die, they had all disappeared before reaching maturity. She pondered this for a while before adding “apart from the one I stood on”; remembering a kitten that someone left on the doormat just as she was rushing through the door. This did little to lift the mood.
So no cat greeting card this year.