Me and Fey.
Fey has taken over my legs. And is now resting her head on the side of my knee like a pillow. Mew!
I just felt a growth in Fey’s side. Near one of her back legs. She didn’t like me touching it. OMG I hope everything is okay. I hope it’s just some weird cyst or something. Looks like there’s a vet in my future.
This is Fey soon after I aspirated. Being worried. And purring on me. With her head resting on my chest.
I am wrapped in big patchwork quilts, Fey is curled up on my arm, I am nuzzling her head and smelling her fur, she is purring. This is everything wonderful about the world all at once.
Fey trying to get my attention. She’s either playful or irritated or both. Her claws were out but only tapped my skin. Unfortunately right this instant my braids are pinned up and I have none to offer her. Need to start keeping a cat toy in bed since no braids now.
Fey is 14! I don’t know her exact birthday, but it’s sometime around this month. People say she doesn’t look old, but she is. And she feels old. In a good way — she seems to get deeper every year she’s alive. The way the best old people do, regardless of species. So yay for elderly cats!