The Long and Weary Week

This week has been an eventful one, to write the least. It started off the worst it could be, but thanks to the good results from the girls’ doctors’ appointments, it is ending better.

I am looking forward to a relaxing weekend. I am the host of a single-cat adoption event - our monthly show-and-tell - featuring Adah (see her in my side-bar) and her foster-sister, Li’l Lady - but aside from that, I will be doing little. A relaxing bath and a movie will make Saturday evening my favourite part of the week, as it always does.

I find that I have more time now that my orange-boy is gone. In the mornings, I can wake fifteen or twenty minutes later, and still not be late for work (barring someone throwing up at the last moment.) I wouldn’t have thought that Parker had taken much extra time, but even his meals were lengthy: he wouldn’t eat large amounts at once, so I would replenish his bowl spoonful by spoonful, until half a tin had disappeared. He was sometimes high-maintenance, but I loved seeing him put away the nutrition. I used to think that every meal meant another day with me.

So I have a few more minutes for each of my days. Less time spent standing about outside, waiting for a cat to finish soaking up sunshine or sniffing the air. Less time spent cleaning up liquid vomit spilled everywhere.

But he was worth every second.