Female Company

I have a female friend who is always there for me and will sit and listen to my problems and complaints without interrupting with awkward questions or observations about the off-side rule or the latest plot twist on Coronation Street.

Still, just like your average girlfriend, she takes up most of the bed, complains loudly when she’s hungry, always wants to be the centre of attention and wants to be fussed. She’s also a mere 18 years old too. Can’t be bad eh?

Unfortunately, this young lady is not human – she’s my pet cat – who, in cat years, is a bit of an old lady who tends to spend most of her day either eating or sleeping.

Also, given her age, her kidney’s are starting to fail so she’s on a special diet and medication to prevent them from having to work too hard. She’s also used up quite a few of her 9 lives with various run-ins with other cats.

Mind you, even though she’s getting on a bit now, the vets always find it hard to believe that she is 18 going on 19. She has even managed to attract a bit of a crowd in the examination room where the various vets and trainees have come to look at my amazing little friend and try, and fail, to guess her age.

So my dear little furry friend, I dedicate this blog entry to you.