Saturday Schmaturday

Saturday or not, our oldest cat pawed at my face until I was awake this morning. This is normal, but we are grateful for each day of normalcy now. Her kidneys are shot, and she relies on regular subcutaneous injections of Ringer's solution. Surprisingly, she still comes to me even though I am the one who sticks the needle under her skin and makes her hold still for these treatments. Maybe she knows that we are helping her or maybe it bothers her less than it does us - I don't know. I am grateful for her continued attention, and we are grateful for whatever time this will buy before she falls off the cliff for the last time. But for now she is still eating, and has even developed a taste for licking our dinner plates. People food never interested her before she became so oooold.