Buttons is about 16. While nowhere near the oldest a cat can get, it is, sad to say, old for a cat. All my prior cats made it to 10 or at best 11, so Buttons has outlasted them all. And sadder to say, he has some medical issues that, left unchecked, will end him pretty quickly. So several times a day I have to force some meds into him, a process he *really* doesn’t like, but is tolerant of. Even with the meds he gets occasional relapses; but prior to the current meds some months back he had incidents that came close to The End. So… he could have years left, or I can post bad news tomorrow. That’s just the way it is.
Abby, on the other hand, is only about 2. Young, vigorous and loves to fight, she’ll merrily throw down with Billy or Banshee, practicing the very best cat-judo moves. However, she is remarkably gentle with Buttons. Seems she knows he’s The Honored Elder and is to be treated with respect and restraint. She lets him sleep, and sleep he does… he could easily sleep 20+ hours a day.
Every now and then he feels particularly good, and engages in play. Here he is trying to bait Abby into some level of a fight. I was gratified to see that while she played with him, she did not play rough.
2 responses to “Buttons & Abby”
I’m sorry to hear. Pets are an important part of life and we’re lucky they sometimes share theirs with us.
We’ve always had cats, dozens and dozens over the years. Hard, fiea-bitten, outdoor animals (we’re rural folk). Every one of those cats was unique. Mean, nice, rough, gentle, smart, stupid, solitary, communal, and on and on. Right now we care-take 4 and are the base of operations for another 3. Living wouldn’t seem right without cats around.