M Sooz often tells people that we cats have an amazing sense of smell and that the authorities would use us for contraband detection at airports if we would actually do that. Sniffer cats! Can you imagine? But who wants to go sniffing people’s underwear when they’re just arriving back from holidays and haven’t done their washing for days. Leave that to the canines of this world I say … because it certainly wouldn’t be me lining up for that experience. Which is why it was odd the other day when M Kaz was talking about buying some Vaseline to rub under her nose as Clarice Starling (aka the wonderful Jodie Foster) did when she was approaching a deceased somebody’s remains in Silence of the Lambs all those years.ago. M Sooz laughed because she knows she does smell ‘different’ since she’s been having her Radiation and Chemotherapy treatments and I was wondering if she was going to ask if she could have some too. And this is when I realised (and remembered) that sometimes it is all about them! What about me? It’s not like I can get out into the fresh air and take deep breaths to clean out my tiny cat lungs and olfactory organs. No. As long as those Mothers are okay they’re happy.
Of course, they aren’t happy. M Sooz is going her best to be brave and act like everything’s okay but the treatments are making her very tired and generally unwell. She is spending a lot of time in bed and I know she’s not her usual self because she’s now missed two Saturday breakfasts in a row! Poor her. I’m doing my best to cheer her up and am spending time on the bed with her during the day and sometimes during the night too. I’m doing my best to keep M Kaz entertained when I can too and showing her lots of affection by kissing and cuddling her legs – not always easy when she says I’m clawing and biting her. Doesn’t she know me by now? Love and affection M Kaz – love and affection!
But life goes on as does the rain at Jannie. A friend (?) of mine thumped at the window when M Kaz and I were in the office sorting through photographs last night. I went to have a look and it turned out to be one of my little-toed friends although not so little. M Kaz wouldn’t let me go out to play like M Sooz did the other day. Mind you I couldn’t find anyone to play with when I charged out the front door when she left it open a moment too long – and no, I don’t really know why M Kaz goes into such a panic while I’m having a romp around the courtyard. She must have known that I wouldn’t stay out too long since it was raining at the time. She is a warrior worrier. See, nothing really changes – except for the new slippers the Mummies have. Now they smell nice!
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