A sad prompt for today . . .
Rest in Peace.
Sadly my daughter is taking her cat Toby to the vet for the last time this morning.
Toby became ill a couple of weeks ago and after extensive (and very expensive) treatment there is nothing more that can be done.
I am sure it will strike a chord with many of you who have had to make a similar heart-breaking decision.
For my daughter, it comes after a horrendous few weeks with the most difficult situations she has ever had to face in her 31 years, yet she has shown incredible inspirational courage and consideration for others and a determination to do her very best. I am very, very proud of her.
Meet Toby . . . one of my daughter Jess’ cats 🙂
After the ‘Scarebunny’ photo a couple of days ago, I remembered this photo I took of a metal black cat hung from the ceiling of a fast food restaurant to scare away the birds . . . it doesn’t work 🙂 Just after I took the photo, one of the birds flew onto his back.
This cheeky young Magpie now taps on the window if I’m a little slow to put out food! And she is confident Bailey is safely inside and posing no threat 🙂
No…I didn’t let Bailey loose on the marauding Cockatoos or pluck the broody hens who’ve stopped laying! With so much birdlife around there’s always feathers in the yard and Bailey loves to play with them 🙂 Poor cat who is confined to the Great Indoors or his outside pen gets very frustrated with Magpies teasing him on the verandah and rabbits, including the tiniest babies, running all over the lawn and right up to the back and front doors! Then, to add insult to injury, when I took him out to his pen just a few minutes ago . . . another cat! Obviously one whose parents let him wander. I’m so glad Bailey can’t talk or I’m sure all I’d hear would be All the other mums let their cats out. You’re not fair! It’s for your own good, son! 🙂
NaNoWriMo Update: I thought as the month wore on I’d be struggling to maintain the required words each day but rather, each time I add more I can’t wait to reach the next mini-milestone I’ve set. (We won’t mention the things here that aren’t getting done 😦 )Yesterday I thought I might make it to 40,000 but got a bit tired late in the evening and decided on a fresh start today. I’m now up to 39,751 words and still enjoying it 🙂
A stray cat wandered into our former home about four and a half years ago and had kittens under the house. For days, Pip and I kept saying we could hear the tell-tale sounds and eventually they emerged, hissing and spitting at us if we tried to get close. By day I left out saucers of milk and at night Pip would sit on the step quietly talking to them until they began to trust us. Pip still has one of them at his own home, appropriately neutered, of course. He also found homes for the other two but, unfortunately, the mum had to go to a shelter. Rambo has grown into a very big, beautiful cat and is very affectionate.