One month anniversary

It struck me as I woke today: it is exactly a month since my cat Boots died.

I realize that she might not remember any more, but my little one (Squeaky. Little in size, not in age… she’s 14) has been sleeping all day now.

Sad update

I haven’t been around in awhile, partially due to NaNoWriMo, but also for very sad reasons:

Boots,  the cat I’ve spoken about here, died on November 22nd. I’ve been pretty much an emotional basketcase because of it. 18+ years for a cat is a long life, but for us humans it’s a blink.

Catching up

I haven’t posted in awhile. Sorry about that.

I’ve already spoken about my sick cat. He’s still with me, though all I’m really doing is trying to keep him comfortable until the end. He’s still got a healthy appetite (so much that I’m running very low on tin food!) still drinks his water. He isn’t gaining any weight, but at least he’s not starving!

I’m also busy with my 5^th NaNoWriMo, and this year is proving to be more difficult than the past 4 that I’ve won.

Sick cat

I haven’t been posting in some time. Sorry about that… my older cat (Boots) has been sick for several weeks with jaundice, caused by his liver shutting down.

I’ve been feeding him 4 times a day as a result, but I may be saying goodbye to him soon. He’s lived with me 12 of his 18 years. For a cat that’s a long time; for a human, not long enough.

Mind you, because of this, jazz and reality shows are far from my mind.