She didn’t want me to show you her jawline because my clumsy hand had lent it a possum-like delineation which we agreed was unflattering.
Old calico’s not what she used to be.
Humps distances on three arthritic legs —
Lost the left front one to the damned cancer.
Squats stiffly to do her businesses,
Emits dependably roof-raising yawps
To tell the world she’s on the piss-tired side
Of the house. This bump in the road called life,
She says, is not a bump, it is the road.
The furrball question mark that found my dad
More than a decade and a half ago
Now’s five-and-a-half pounds of senior cat,
And mine the job received to see her through,
Squirt thyroid medication down her throat,
Set her a bowl, say good girl when she goes.
He named her Spot. She keeps me on my toes.
(c) 2026 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved
A delightful portrait in both verse and crayon!
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Thank you, Sue!
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A wonderful piece of work that really appeals to me.
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I appreciate your attention and kind remark. Best regards.
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Excellent drawing, JMN.
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Thanks so much, OA.
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Life with the ailing and elderly feline -the roof-raising yawps and everything needful to keep the prime staff on their toes. A vivid portrait – in words and color and shape.
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Lovely comments. I receive them gratefully.
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