Wednesday, 10 March 2010
The here and now
The day after and what is the first thing the Cat does?
She gets herself stuck between the wall and my bed.
How did I find this out?
She let out this godawful yowl – enough to wake up the dead and then some – at 5.30am this morning.
I find her little face squeezed in the gap her paw flaying in front of her in a bid to push her forward.
I pull the bed out. She wobbles out yowling.
And what does she do next?
She circles around the bed, a little unsteady on her feet, but onwards she goes, through the gap and out again.
I ask you. What am I supposed to make out of this behaviour? I’m like telling her to act incapacitated at least to make it easier for me, silly thing!
But you see that’s what’s so amazing about my tough ol girl. Lymphoma may have beaten her but by golly, she ain’t gonna take it lying down or make it easy for the Big L.
Or for me for that matter.
Why did she go through that gap? Because it was there.