Toe in the Water

Pookie

Pookie

Getting on for two months since I promised to finish my cat series with the story of Pookie. It turned out to be not that easy. The others were just a matter of enumerating those facets that stood out after years of reflection. But Pookie is an ongoing development, a continuing saga that surprises every day.

More catlike than ever she was as a kitten, she yet conspires to educate us on the domestication of both felines and canine. The days of her teaching me to play Fetch (as if I needed such instruction but it was odd to see it in a cat) are long gone but then she’ll suddenly demand that I play the game once again for old time's sake.

And then my suggestion that she’s slowing down in her old age is confounded as she hurtles down the passage just as she used to. She’s better at handling the lack of grip in the corners, too.

But she does sleep much more than her younger self, that at least is true. And all with that feline instinct for the warmest spot in the house. Which is still me, apparently.

So I am forced to the conclusion that it’s too early to write in summation of Pookie. There is so much still to be learned.

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