This is Cleo. She is over 16 years old, has liver and kidney failure, her eyesight is slipping away, and twice a week she gets IV fluids. She is talkative, possessive, and the only cat in our home who retains her claws. Back when we made up secret lives for our cats, we liked to say that she had been a professional wrestler under the name The Claw.
Lately, Cleo has decided that her favorite resting spot is on me. Specifically, on my shoulder. I try to convince her that my lap is just as cozy, but she always climbs up to my shoulder. With her Claws. The claws she keeps very sharp and doesn't always retract when she ought to . . .
But, because she is old, dying, and very much loved . . . I am a bloodied mess these days. Honestly, if I were in a car accident, the doctors would think the Phenom and I were into some rather kinky stuff.
No comments:
Post a Comment