Things have been slow around here as I spend every last waking moment with my sweet old lady cat, Tabby Mae. Affectionately known as “Mayday” for her extreme protests when you’re late serving her breakfast, this little kitty is very special to me. Back in the summer of 1995 I was about to start the third grade and my mom promised me I could get a cat. I will never forget the first time I saw her at the animal shelter. My little tabby kitty with a crooked bobbed tail and a permanent proud expression. She was my first rescue and I thought I was terribly clever as I wrote the name “Tabby” down on the adoption papers. She’s also affectionately known as #unimpressedcat on instagram and I find comfort knowing she made a lot of people smile when they saw her funny little face.
Nineteen years later, she is now my oldest and dearest friend. I haven’t loved many things for as long as I have loved this kitty of mine. She is reaching the end of her very long and wonderful life and I am heartbroken to see her so frail when she was the very definition of spry up until recently.
I just have to stop and cherish these last moments I have with her.