Food for the Squeakitty

When Basette was a kitten, she used to play tag. She’d sit under my chair and purr when that tail-twitching mood descended. Not a half-hearted purr-so-you’ll-put-me-down, but her full-throated, shake-the-floor-like-Granddad’s-snoring purr. It didn’t matter if I had to finish a paper for the next day’s class. She wanted to play, and she wanted to play…

A young man has taught his cats how to do agility. He has a series of videos on YouTube about how to teach your cats to do agility (like dog agility classes). My poor cat has no idea what can of worms I’m going to open tonight! Related Images:

The kitty I posted about the other day did not make it. Her kidneys failed quickly. She only lasted a few days after my post. A silent prayer to ease the kitty’s journey, and to make her mom realize how blessed she was to have such a special feline in her life. Related Images: