It Mondays With Merlin or Man Cat Monday, take your pick. That’s me, Merlin being herded by Gris Gris (my seeing eye cat) when I begin walking in circles. We were shooting the breeze about life, how what goes around comes around and how everything goes in cycles. That’s life. I’ve been crawling all over Layla at night in circles lately trying to get her attention. We dream together with me wedged under her chin. We both knew something was in the air last week when Odin brought us three robin fledglings boom, boom, boom just like that. One got lucky and our cat daddy fed him every 45 minutes from sunrise to sunset. Baby Robin went to a wildlife rehabber yesterday and is looking good. Meanwhile,Odin’s outdoor time is being restricted in order to save lives.
Still, something gnawed on our intuitive brains like spooky music in horror movies. You just know something unsettling was about to happen. Late night phone calls often deliver bad news and the, “Oh no!” from Layla made our tails bristle. Cats listen to phone calls and overhear conversations all the time. We know Layla’s mom is a big cat lover (no surprise there). The whole family is. It’s in their blood. Sadly, her mom’s cat Mikki had to be euthanized suddenly on Saturday. The vet came over. Tumor. Belly. Too old. Too late. That night, I snuggled extra close and Gris Gris who never sleeps close by, jumped up and looked Layla right in the eye. Sorry, we know. At 87, Mikki will probably be the last cat but you never know. That’s life.
R.I.P. Mikki from your pal Merlin