Our little boy has come of age and tomorrow he’ll lose the very things that signal this fact. Yes, it’s the chop for Merlin, but he’s blissfully ignorant at this time and we’re already feeling guilty. The food dishes that would normally have some of their (premium) dry food for midnight snacks are ominously empty and all the other cats are questioning this – politely at the moment. I know this situation will change, so I’m actually going to bed early for once in my life, just to avoid more polite requests.
We all have to grow up, but it’s so hard to decide on an “op” for a sweet little cat who hasn’t done anything to deserve it apart from destroying the house, harassing all the adult cats and biting unsuspecting toes wherever and whenever the opportunity arose.
Yet it it is important as there are too many unwanted domestic animals in this world and not enough people able to care for them. I do believe in neutering cats and dogs and re homing from shelters rather than going to a breeder. Mongrels and moggies make the best pals. Our cross-beardie collie was one such … A bit of a star in many ways and probably the love of Mike’s life, but he has enough love for all our animals and a bit more for Oscar Charlie our first Shetland cat. All our cats have a “thing” for Mike and we often find 4 of them trying to find a place on his knee, but I put that down to my fidgety legs.
That, I reckon has something to do with being a professional artist. If I’m in front of the TV on an evening to relax, I am either asleep after a busy day, or knitting, or maybe even planning another art workshop or working on a commission. There’s no such thing as time off, nights and weekends, when self-employed. You’re always working, planning, or even just laying there in a stupor feeling guilty because you’re not working.
I do get tired more quickly than I used to – obviously age is a factor but also my own operation a few years ago has contributed to this in a big way because this was an eye operation to arrest macular degeneration in one eye. This was a scary time for me, not only the op itself, which was actually less scary than I’d feared, but the worry about losing one’s sight for an artist is truly overwhelming. So I have partial sight in one eye but my other eye compensates pretty well, I just start to go a bit bleary after a while, and have to work in shorter “spells”.
So, I never take any operation lightly – we have to take the kitten to the vet in the morning and trust he’ll sail through it as most cats do, but first of all, once he’s in his basket in the car, all the other cats can have their breakfast. Phew.