Actually very little is new either from or in the loft, that part of our house called home by Scraps The Cat. Her domain has gotten smaller and still she enjoys French Vanilla Ice Cream as a bed time snack, eats a small can of food for each meal, enjoys water, uses her box, complains if her snacks aren't on time -- you know. The usual cat stuff. The tumor is larger and still she walks about her domain.
It would be easy to start believing that this could go on forever.
It won't, of course.
Each night I say good night to Scraps with a loving head scratch and a 'maybe I'll see you in the morning' benediction.
I guess that's all any of us can hope for, really.
Scraps The Cat -- my teacher.
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I think of you always Scraps, and admire your tenacity. Perhaps you have something to teach us all.
Love, Aunt Cheryl
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