The Great Cat Parade

Last night I talked to my daughter, Cassie, on the phone. I remembered her crying when Ginger died, many years ago. Since then she has lost several other cats, mostly to kidney failure. She told me, "They will let you know when they're ready to go. There is a way they look at you. Then they go away and try to hide."

I thought Sherlock told me in the middle of the night Tuesday that he was not done. When I got up to look for him - he usually slept in different locations on our king-size bed, sometimes between our feet, sometimes on my pillow - he was on Otto's bed asleep. If he was quitting, I think he would have gone under that bed, where he goes to hide from thunderstorms. So maybe he wants to keep going, maybe we are doing the right thing in getting him medical help.

Talking with Cassie somehow put me into a larger Mind, understanding that cats keep walking through our lives and on out, and that's the way life is. Oh, who will I lose today? This Mind was calm, and I feel different this morning. It is foggy and still, the fog lifting imperceptibly as the day advances, and the new green leaves very yellow and vibrant.