I’ve written about Josie growing old, but age is overtaking my other cats just as much. They are all into their elderly years, except for Neville, who is middle-aged. (The situation reminds me of the film Space Cowboys, in which Clint Eastwood, Donald Sutherland and James Garner play seniors re-entering the space programme, with Tommy Lee Jones as the youngster…)
Tucker is not the chubby baby he used to be, and I worry about him sometimes. But now and then, he does something that reminds me of his youth. I was thinking just the other day that he has not stretched out in his ‘bathing beauty’ pose for some time, and I attributed it to the regrettable loss of elasticity that accompanies the gathering years.
Imagine my delight then, when I saw him lying like this last night. All he needs is a brightly coloured beach towel under him and he could be reclining on the seashore in Idylland, catching the balmy August breezes off the bay.
While my lot may be moving a little more slowly compared to yesteryear, their appetites less and their naps longer, they are, in some ways yet, still the cats of their youth, and still like to relax on a beach in the warmth of their summer’s afternoon.