And not that I am in the mood to post, having lost one of the senior cats - probably to poison. Porgy and Bess were inseperable, and now Bess is no more. She had all the injections and a glucose drip, and it was a peaceful passing, but the hole will be felt for years to come by me. When she was ill but still sitting up, Piggy saw her from across the room, stared for half a minute and ran away. Socs, also family, came across her outside - spat and also ran away. She was no longer Aunt Bess.
They feel, but they do not know. Our relationship with these loving creatures is distorted by 'knowing' things. I trust my emotions, and let them be what they are,even if they are criticized for being 'too strong'. Perhaps love expands to fill a vacuum. I have been fussing around the remaining six of the cat family, and will have to confine them to house and small garden, building perches and hideaways as required. To be continued