Oh, Finn, you bewitch me as you vanish out the door on a mission for sun and soot. You start the day with your coat of cream and apricot…
I sometimes catch you in your mischievousness, dashing across the rooftops. Nimble and quick as only cats can be, I cringe when I spot your tightrope walking on the parapets.
We communicate in whistles and meows. When you finally do come home weary and tired, your coat is a hazy shade of summer gray.
Tonight Finn and I make our way to Jersey City. It’s his first road trip and sleepover.
Chester and I are traveling to visit his family in Western PA, and rather than leave Finn alone with a catsitter he’s staying at the loft with Andy.
I’ve been harness-training him in anticipation of the big adventure. This is a progressive measure since our last outing when Finn frantically attempted to dig his way out of his plastic carrier.
Since our arrival, he’s been hiding under the bed but I’ve no doubt he and Andy will become fast friends over the next few days.
sick to my stomach,
its all there in black’n white
all those early signs.
The Natural Cat
lists them all. I should have known.
but how could I know?
that weight loss mixed with
lethargy, vomiting and
Foamy yellow bile
and lightly colored stool. That
the random pee sprays
were anything but.
mood swings: good to bad. the trots
and all of that stuff
are symptoms, symptoms
symptoms of liver disease,
pause before next steps.