Old Fine
This is Old Fine. She used to be just simply Fine but about a year ago I started calling her Old Fine in recognition of her very advanced age.
Old Fine is part of 14 kittens I saved during a few months in…2009? She and Purrmatic are the only two remaining. He seems and looks vital still but she looks terrible. Last year she lost a lot of weight and developed a host of age-related issues. I never thought she would still be around in 2024 but here she is.
She can still jump up to my bed and desk, is still a ferocious eater, and adores playing with bits of wire I toss to my office floor. She likes to go out into the fenced yard on good days and, when I call her, she races to me like an Olympic runner. It is rather astonishing.
In short, while she looks as decrepit as can be, her behavior impressively imitates a kitten. I have never encountered this before.
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I adopted Rosie in 1981, when I was 19, and she was two. We changed addresses almost every year for the next nineteen years. Being Siamese, she didn’t care where we lived, as long as she was with me (Siamese are awesome that way). When she was 20, I adopted Casper and Pollux, Russian Greys, from the shelter. She experienced a resurgence of energy, teaching the boys how to hunt bugs, but eating her meals on top of the fridge, way higher than they could jump. When she was 22, I had adopted four more cats, and we were living in a cottage in Olympia. She continued to be the queen, with all the other cats deferring to her. No one would eat until she did (I had seven bowls of cat food!!) One morning, I found her crawling towards the front door, obviously in severe pain. She was 24. I took her to the vet, who diagnosed her with cancer and offered ridiculously expensive options that *might* keep her alive another 3-6 months. She and I had a moment, and I said no. It was the most horrible 30 minutes of my life, to hold her as she got her final shots to end her suffering. I had her cremated, and have her ashes in a vase with a cork top, and a mini shrine with a picture of her. I’m asking to have her ashes scattered with mine, because where else would she want to be? Goddamn, I loved that cat, and still miss her to this day. (I’m 61 now).
Sweet baby. She was rescued and cared for by a good person. Fine tell him you are vintage not old 🙂
I don’t think she looks terrible, but then I didn’t know her as a kitten or young cat. She doesn’t look that old to me. And as long as she is eating well and active, doesn’t really matter. Looks like she is exactly where she wants to be.