Gertie's world is one step forward and 2 back. She has good days and bad. Last week was pretty bad. Took her to the vet 2x and $500 later she's eating again. The vet costs more then my own dr visits. Fortunately my next door neighbor is a nurse. I babysit her cats when she's gone and she gives Gert her fluids.
It's funny, the older she gets, the sweeter she gets. Gertie was always a very prickly cat, that girl didn't take anything from anyone. She'd swat Leo upside the head if he dared try and play with her. So he'd turn around and chase poor Zoe. All three had the most distinctly different personalities.
Gertie was always the dominate one. She would have been the leader of the pack if she just condescended to acknowledge that Leo and Zoe existed. And she's a one person cat too. She follows me around from room to room. She's got arthritis so it's hard for her to keep on getting up but does it. Sometimes I put my hand up and say no, stay right there, I'll be right back. Of course she doesn't listen to directions well so I hurry back so she doesn't have to get up.
Poor old Gertie! Sounds like she still has a lovely life with you.
I used to try and stop my pussycat from getting up from my bed whenever I went to the loo at night - eventually, after years and years, she learned there was no point following me to the bathroom for such a short time and she just waited for me to get back before putting her head down again. It was really sweet.
Posted by: Bela | June 26, 2009 at 11:19 AM