As sad as it is for me to be aware of, my dear little Punky the calico monster cat is pretty ancient at 17. She’s basically falling apart right now, not really able to keep weight on, though she is ravenous for food – even though the bulk of her weight loss actually happened last year.
The positive bit of her significant weight loss has been a return to form of sorts – she has resumed her kitten behaviour of basically breaking every rule, and some plates along with it. She’s jumping up on counters like crazy, licking all the delicious things she finds, knocking bread on the ground for the dog to gobble up. I know she’s probably not long for this earth, but she sure is making her mark on the world, as she has on my heart for so long.
I bet she’s on the counter right now.
