Woo, woo, woo, it’s the call of the Wilde edition of Mancat Monday with me, Odinnnnn! It was so cold last week even I only ventured outside for a measly five minutes but we got a lucky break yesterday with almost tropical temps in the 40s. Cats are opportunists and I believe in making hay or catnip while the sun shines. I galloped in the snow as happy as a pack of huskies. Even the birds were out and I saw the cutest little squirrel but everyone was too fast for me. Shocking I know but wait, spring training begins soon.
My mom, Layla jumped at the chance to sit on the sunny porch drinking coffee while millions of icicles dripped into puddles. My dad thought the fresh air would perk up Merlin but he was wrong. Even with a blankie it was an instant epic Siamese loud fail. He exclaimed, “Hello, are you crazy? 42 degrees is not the new 72.”
Domino who knows a thing or two about snow and winter after braving seven winters as a former feral, will only go out if it’s warmish. Here’s an old pic of him looking winter weary.
He still has his famous heavy coat and jowls but prefers to luxuriate in the comforts of a real home.
Layla trekked through the deep snow (wishing she had over the knee boots) to check on the kitty memorial mounds. Coco’s is inaccessible since a tree fell down and come spring something will have to be done. Gris Gris’ grave marker and holiday bow lay buried under the snow. It’ll be awhile before anyone can sit and visit.
Winter is good for going inward, cocooning the body, mind and spirit, gestating new ideas and plans before the outward energy of spring. That’s what Merlin says but I’m more of a “live in the moment” kind of cat. Hot or cold, I want it now. I’m not sensible like my furbro Domino. He’s slowing down but hey, we’re all getting older. Mind you, he still has some mean wrestling moves. Merlin is slowing down or his decline is speeding up. Merlin, get the hell off my keyboard.ttt5tttttttttttttttttt78uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggbbbbbbbbbbbvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvySorry this really happened. Okay, you have Mondays With Merlin back next week. Sheesh. Anyway, he’s getting sub q fluids daily now. His poor kidneys are kaput but his mood is good and his appetite voracious. Our pawrents’ life revolves around his 24/7 schedule and lots of laundry. Someone needs to be with him all the time. It’s exhausting but that’s life with a 100-year-old baby. They’re lucky they’re able to do it but it means saying no to things like vacations. Even this blog is hanging in the balance. Layla tries to cut but back but we love it and then so many interesting things happen and so it goes. So for now we will try to cut back blogging to five days a week.
Speaking of interesting things (not to me but maybe for you), you can see Layla live on a BlogPaws Google Hangout this Thursday.