Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in a well preserved body but rather to slide in sideways totally worn out, shouting Holy Crap, what a ride! Now to just convince Doodlebug of this!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Mo is now the only cat in the house and while I believed she would be content to finally be large and in charge, I think she is now unsure of her role. For so long, she was really the bully of the house, running up to Rio and whacking her for no reason. She does not do that with the dogs because they have lost all tolerance for the cats as they have aged.
She has also always acted more like a dog than a cat, following us around, sitting where we are and such. After all, she spent 18 months sitting on the desk while I studied. But she seems sad, like someone is missing, even if that is someone she could hardly tolerate.