Scout has been trying to figure out how to clamber up onto the entertainment center for a couple of weeks and today he managed it. Floor to rocker to speaker to entertainment center. He’s so thrilled by his conquest that he gets up there and knocks the books helter skelter every hour or so.
Bethesda used to love perching on the corner of that furniture. When she was hale, she could make it from the floor easily, her sleek, furry frame moving agilely in one smooth movement. As she aged, she used Scouts same route. Finally, in her last year, it became too much for her altogether and she took to perching on the arm of the couch. And even reaching that became problematic finally. I miss that old girl.
Marie gave me a copy of Big Cat, Little Cat when we last had dinner. It’s a children’s story about the life cycle of putties in multi-cat households. You have one, you add another. The elder dies, you add another. Just like Bethesda, and Candy, and Scout. It feels like the natural order of things.
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