Cat has passed away

I remember my wife volunteering at a cattery, to help with her Karma (by helping animals) 17 years ago.

I gave my blessing on condition she didn't bring any cats home, but on her second visit, she returned with 2 kittens.

The first one died at the age of 7 from kidney issues (grey with white paws), probably because he only ate dry biscuits. He was the nicer of the 2 cats.

10 years later at the age of 17, the second cat (brown tabby) needed to be put down this week. I'm unsure if the vet has ever seen 2 people cry so much. Sure the cat was a little shit, deaf and shouting for food (freshly chopped chicken) at 3am most mornings over the last 12 months. The last 12 months included him weeing and pooing in the house during winter or rainy days, mostly on a wee mat but under the dinning table became a popular spot for him in his last 6 months. Claws sharp enough to to rip my jeans and skin every time he jumped off my lap.

I've actually spent most of the last 12 months, just checking he was still breathing, the neighbours informed me they would also be checking to make sure he was breathing when he was sleeping on the garage roof overlooking their house.

He was a shit of a cat, that only people like me (and wife and kids) could love.

Anyway, you're not here for my normal life.

So what's been happing over the last week?

I've finished my library book and needed a couple more and had a couple of coffee stops.

Oh ya, we had a bit of rain this week and when I went to the shops I "accidently" got my white top wet (especially after coffee and groceries, on the way back to the car park)

Damp top, but semi-dry during coffee

"accidently" got rained on