Working at home for so long has given me more of an appreciation for my cats than ever before. The both of them are absolutely magnificent creatures, and I love them to bits.
Meg, the older of the two — and possibly the mother or sister of our dearly departed Ruby — has been doing well recently; the vet had been nagging us to put her on a diet as she'd been putting on a fair amount of weight, so we've been trying carefully controlled portions of a specific diet food… and it's been working for her. She's lost a lost of weight and seems much happier and healthier now. She's a lot more playful than she was; it's a good job I overcame my fear of being bitten and/or scratched by cats some time ago!
The reason for overcoming that fear is Patti, the younger of the two, who we picked up from the local shelter when Meg was pining for Ruby after we lost her. Patti was a tiny little thing when we first got her but she's grown to be enormous. She doesn't pig out on food like Meg does if we let her, so she's just big rather than fat; I think she might actually be slightly bigger than Meg down. She's definitely at least five times the idiot, and very fond of flying, biting leaps to demonstrate affection. I learned quite quickly after we got her that these are nothing to be afraid of.
The pair of them are wonderful companions, excellent listeners and an enormous source of comfort. Occasionally the thought crosses my mind that we won't be together forever, and that makes me a bit sad, but the important thing is to enjoy the love and companionship we share right now. I cannot imagine life without these little buggers now, and I hope — no, I'm pretty sure I know — we make them as happy as they make us.
Get off my desk, Patti, I need to click a thing with the mouse and you are in the way.
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