Other Cool Things
Seven days ago I did a post about an old stray cat which kinda sorta adopted me.
He went blind at some point, and it was evident that he was now in a rapid decline.
My days and patterns adjusted to Emerald’s ever-changing new realities, and of late he became extra picky about the food I would set out for him. Seven days ago, he was a voracious eater.
I discovered that if I sat on the floor while he ate, RIGHT next to his food bowl, and talked to him while he ate —”You are SUCH a good boy! And soooooo handsome! Goooooooooood boy!” — he would actually eat more.
Last night, after he finally finished eating (a fifteen minute process), he put one paw on my leg, then both paws, and then clumsily ambled onto my lap. “Emerald! What a gooooooooood boy!”
He ambled to my chest, and repeatedly nudged it. And started purring.
My eyes instantly watered up.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, Emerald! You are sooooooooooo sweet! Such a sweet boy!”
Then he slowly kinda walked up my chest with his front paws, and started nudging my chin. He purred. And I very gently dragged my hand across his fur.
Well, tears now dripped from my eyes. All I could think of was that this now boney cat had once been, I now believe, a beloved pet. And then something very bad happened, and he eventually, somehow, found his way to my house many many years ago. Until recently, I thought he was feral, and I had never been able to touch him until a few months ago.
And here he was, nudging me with his head. And purring.
That was last night.
This morning, just before noon, he departed.