KENTOI: Her teeth are giving out. She’s had two hip surgeries, is grossly overweight, and just had dental surgery, but it’s not getting any better. It just makes me realise that she is as old as a third of my current lifetime, & approaching the end of hers.
She’s always been my mother’s cat so I never realised how attached I’ve gotten, how attached I’ve always been to her. She nags. Some of the numerous nag triggers:
- sleeping late
- waking up late
- making too much noise
- watching television too loud
- having anyone over
- being on the phone
- tossing and turning in my sleep
She’s nagging even now next to me, but I think it is because she’s in pain.
The mean old hag refuses to admit she’s dependent, but it’s been showing through the cracks lately. She sleeps on the sofa next to me, then when I go to bed she creeps in 5 minutes later. When she gets tired of telling me to sleep, she dozes off, and that’s when the fat old cat gets most frail, fragile. I watch her. She makes little whimpers and curls into my skin, then I hug her really tight. I shouldn’t, but she doesn’t even bother pretending to be angry. Not anymore. That’s heartbreaking.
