Perhaps by this time you've forgotten that Scraps the Dying Cat is still alive. Well, she is. Still alive. She's not just hanging on, mind you. She's eating and walking around and complaining when breakfast or dinner is late -- you know -- being a cat.
Yeah, she's still got that growing tumor which she apparently has decided to ignore. Of course, she's not as lively as she once was but even without the tumor that might be that case. Scraps is, after all, fifteen or sixteen years old. A gal is bound to begin slowing down eventually.
At any rate, Scraps says she'll keep us posted.
She's given new meaning to staying in the moment and to not making assumptions about longevity. Every night I say to her, "Goodnight. Maybe I'll see you in the morning."
And every morning I'm surprised that I am, indeed, seeing her alive and, except for the fact that she's dying, well.