I have written before about my cats aging. So far, my oldest two, Tucker and Renn, are doing well. Tucker is using the stool up to his favourite chair at the dining table; he doesn’t always use it, either to go up or to go down, but he does half the time, and knows it is there for him when he needs it more often.
But they continue to grow old. I noticed it especially this weekend, when I observed Renn’s fur. Much of it has always been black, with a red tinge to it in the strong sunlight. Now, there seems almost as much white amid the black. He may be asking soon for Grecian Forumla for Cats.
And as for Tucker: I’ve mentioned before that there’s much less roly in Mr Poly, but sometimes I am surprised at how much space he no longer takes up. His weight remains good, though it diminishes bit by bit. He is pretty active, considering his sixteen years, and purrs more than any of my other beasts.
I am lucky to have them, my old gang. I hope to have them still, when they are my older gang.