I've written the first part of about 5 different posts over the last week or so but just haven't been able to finish them. What's on my mind (beside boring jury duty, blech) is that I found out my kitty is sick. She's got cancer and, by the looks of things, isn't going to last a long time. So we're spending time together, she's eating raw chicken and generally getting anything she wants (including full license to drink out of the toilet) and I am oscillating between feeling grateful to have had her and then really sad about losing her. Also, I don't want to be 'that cat lady' who's all upset about her cat. But I am all upset about my cat.
I've had her three years, but she was an Abyssinian Queen breeding kitty for 7 years before that, so she's given lots of litters and probably depleted her little body. She's a good cat: playful, sits in the sink waiting for the faucet to get turned on, a good meow-er, a hunter, etc. Shes had a good life with me, so I have that as a comfort.