Magic’s Resting

Let’s face it: nobody knows how to rest like cats. They sleep something on the order of 16 hours per day. It’s a fact.

This is my kitty, Magic. Magic is, in fact, quite magical. He’s now pretty old — he’ll be 18 in a few months. According to the cat years calculator, that’s something like 89 in people years. He’s not as beautiful as he was in his prime, but he’s just at lovable, a real sweetheart. Magic has both claws and sharp teeth, but he almost never uses them. The only time he ever scratched me was when I was trying to shove some medicine down his throat. And that’s all in the past; he doesn’t like meds, but he takes them daily without fuss or argument — vitamin B, PB8, and digestive enzymes. And that’s on a good day.

Magic just dodged another bullet, one of many in his lifetime. There is no doubt in my mind he was just a few days from death. He was sleeping constantly, wasn’t eating, wasn’t purring, was lying in the ashes and bark next to the woodstove in the basement and didn’t care that he was filthy. But he’s now infinitely better. He’s eating, drinking, and interacting. He’s not 100%, but he’s back on his way to old-man wellness. Here he’s not really sleeping, just resting, gathering his energies. He’ll be back up soon, wanting another snack. And I’ll be happy to give it to him. Along with all the extra meds he’s now taking.

This picture is in response to Carmi’s thematic photo of the week – topic: at rest.

Your turn: tell me about your older pet. Or join in Carmi’s weekly game. Or just send your positive energy to Magic.