Musing over an old cat
Lulu has been with us since shortly after the Sydney Olympics, or getting into the 20 th year now, after our previous cat acted like a dog with a passing car winning the joust. Vale Joshua. After a short bereavement period, a new kitten was welcomed to our household; enter Lulu putting us under new management. Presently she’s stone deaf, shits all over the place, whines and carries on very early in the morning for food and attention, and according to cat experts is about 92 in cat years. She is the senior member of the house. As a kitten she was unsure of us but frolicked around as cute as ever and we were charmed. Like all cats she was anti-social and would leave the room in disgust whenever a stranger dared entered her domain. She went outside to do her business, much appreciated, but seldom at night as we had a curfew on her outings into the dark. Our big mistake was not getting her a scratching pad so she took her claws to our furniture at a cost. When we...