Oh, great.  A blog about your cat, you say.  How trite.    Well I don’t care, and you don’t have to read it.

My 19 year-old, toothless, deaf and wobbly cat, a dear friend, started complaining the other week.  I knew he wasn’t feeling well and probably expected me to do something about it.  As it was the weekend, I couldn’t take him to the vets, and on Sunday night he wandered off.