A Gilda Change
In my office are two very large identical desks.
I have a thing about pairs.
One is for my Apple computer. I love love love my Apple. I also normally keep this desk quite clean. It is intended as my oasis of calm & order.
The other is where I restore my lights. This table is normally an incredible mess. There is the inevitable old light that I am working on, surrounded by tools and parts and wire.
In the corner of the work desk is a small old box. Inside is an old cat, my Gilda. She is at least seventeen now. I have never had a cat live this long. A seventeen-year-old cat is like eight-four-year-old human.
So, Gilda is really old but not actually ancient. I had a friend with a 22-year-old cat.
Still, in the last two years her decline is observable. She went deaf at some point. Recently, she is obviously having some hip issues.
Last year she was able to jump the three feet between the two desks. Then she missed one day and crashed to the floor. After this happened several times, I ran out to the garage, and returned with a 1×12 board four-feet-long. I laid this between the desks. At first, it scared Gilda, and she refused to walk this gangplank. After a few days however, she gingerly tip-toed across it. She seemed quite pleased with herself, and the plank, and so she tip-toed right back.
For years now, Gilda has spent most of the day curled inside her old box. About twice a week I replace the crumpled packing paper inside the box. Gilda delights in finding new paper inside, and she walks around in circles pushing the paper down, before nestling down for another long nap.
But a few weeks ago, Gilda changed her behavior…
This now seems to be Gilda’s default daytime position.
What has caused this sudden change?
It’s a very cute change though. I like it.
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