Most mornings, as soon as I wake, Neville begins the long trudge from the sitting room to the cat-room, where Millie lives. I open the door and say ‘good morning’ to Mills. Nev continues his slow progression into the room to eat some of Millie’s hard-food.
It’s a food that came with her. I thinks she likes other food, but I am using up what she originally had. The Nevsky decided that he likes it, too, and walks all the way from the other end of the house to sample it. But he has been having trouble with his poop, and I know other food affects its consistency. Therefore, he receives just his special gastro-intestinal food and Orijen Regional Red, when it comes to hard-food; no more of Millie’s food.
I am sure he’s noticed that I hurriedly replace Millie’s bowl with his own veterinary food, which he rather enjoys, though not as much as Millie’s. It is for the latter that he makes the long trek. Alas, he can’t have it; it is offered no more.
Still, every morning he takes his walk; waiting for other cats to move out of his way, going around those who won’t. Afterward, he takes a drink of water, then girds himself for the return trip. There is food where he came from, and soon a soft-food breakfast will be delivered right to him. But that’s not his point. Some day, Neville won’t be able to take that walk, but now, he can.
And I think that’s his point.
It's almost like being in a nursing home, where the only thing to look forward to is some food and sleep. ❤️ Wait, I think that's my life now...
ReplyDeleteLots of love and positive energy to Neville!