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10168118_698968240145380_479671495923664439_nThere isn’t a gentle way to say that our cat Gandalf passed away last week.  We knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier.  The house is empty, and more poignantly so is my lap.  He was at least 15 years old (I can’t keep track) and stayed with us through two other cats, a dog, a marriage and a divorce. . . We got the cat from a friend who has a farm.  He was a “special needs” kitten.  He was the only one of the litter who survived.  Mom cat was a little too genetically close to the father.  He was polydactylic, but none of his feet matched in numbers of toes. .

Gandalf and Sinbad (the cat that left with the ex)

Gandalf and Sinbad (the cat that left with the ex)

His rear legs were sensitive, his kneecaps floated leaving the nerves exposed.  His hips were displaced and he walked with an odd gate.  We called him a Cabbit because he would hop like a rabbit to get around. . . He was going to be Orion’s cat and so on the way to get him I asked Orion if he’d thought about names.  Orion announced the cat’s name would be Gandalf.  I thought maybe he’d want to see the cat first, get to know him a little.  No.  As always Orion was sure, and right.

lap cat

lap cat

. Although he was careful about letting people pick him up, Gandalf was a social cat.  He was always interested in visitors and willing to make friends.  Because of his disability he wasn’t likely to jump into a lap without an invitation, but he was happy to cuddle up and get some attention.

Helping with the computer game.

Helping with the computer game.

. . . When we got him, given all his congenial defects, we didn’t expect him to live so long.I’m so glad he did.  We’re going to miss him.10153727_698969416811929_6092997639059324219_n


These haven't been out of the box since I tried them on a year ago.  (Two years ago?)

These haven’t been out of the box since I tried them on a year ago. (Two years ago?)

You didn’t think I meant exercise did you?  More appointments today, more all week.  I was up at 5:30 this morning and we still were rushing to get out the door.  We would have been on time for our 8:30 appointment but there was road construction.   On a day when the North wind is blowing and the temps are below freezing it seems wrong to be waylaid by our second season (winter and road construction).

Gandalf is hanging in there.  I can’t tell if he’s perked up or if he’s just upset that I’ve been gone so much.  I’m hoping he’s going to be willing to eat something today, he hasn’t all weekend.

Tax day is tomorrow.  I’ve managed to get as far as sending a note to the accountant to ask him to file an extension.  That counts right?  Thing is that once the deadline moves it becomes just as easy to keep putting it off.

This is Gandalf last week.  He's not looking THIS good.

This is Gandalf last week. He’s not looking THIS good.

One day at a time, one appointment at a time, one mess at a time.  And squeezing in a little blog post during my rest breaks in between.   What I really want is a good nap, but I’m not going to get one today!  I have to put away groceries!



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