Daily Photo: You Know It’s Good

You know it’s good when Mariposa puts on a purrformance! She’s been a regular at the basement door each morning and early afternoon, but this was the first time I saw her rolling around in the sun. The hot weather from last week broke with the storms over the weekend, and today as it warms up again it’s just about purrfect. I expect to get more photos of Mariposa’s purrformance through the summer. In fact I might have been rolling on the floor too! I think that’s what the felines call my yoga practice.

I really wish I could have gotten a video, but I wasn’t fast enough. Note to self: have that phone ready when you’re in the basement!

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From Custom Pet Memorial Votives

“I Will Always Walk With You” Garden Flag, Keepsake and Card

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From the Back Yard and Beyond

Don’t Leave That Puddle!

From Previous Years Around This Date

Streaming Live Nature Channel Out the Basement Door, 2025

Morty is enjoying the live streaming nature channel streaming outside our basement door. That concrete is the coolest spot around right now.

The studio was 86 degrees at 4:00 with lots of fans, open windows and the evaporative cooler, and while cats can tolerate that temperature it was only going to get hotter over the next few hours. All the other cats were sleeping in other rooms so Morty could have the much cooler kitchen and basement to himself for a few hours. Mr. Max joined him after a while when he wanted one of his little meals. Worked out pretty well, he totally enjoyed the change of scenery and the individual attention.

Maybe it will work toward getting him to socialize a little more so he doesn’t need to stay in the studio all the time. We have two more days of this.

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From the Back Yard and Beyond

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From Previous Years Around This Date

Mimi and Mewsette Monday: Let Us Out!, 2024

Mewsette may look a little manic here, but it’s only because she patiently waited by the basement door, along with Mimi, just to get a few minutes outside while I did useless things like clean litterboxes and do a little laundry to hang out there too. These photos are from June 16, 2020. I took so many photos that I made two other posts from other photos back in 2020. Too many photos? Never.

Look how patient she is, behind Hamlet and Bella at the door and Mariposa having a bath, and Mimi waiting on the steps.

But ahhh…when they get outdoors, it’s time for a little pole dance!

Mimi heads for the garden bench while Mewsette discovers some exciting rustling sounds in the groundcovers right outside the gate.

Then off to the wild grasses in the back yard, prowling for the best bite.

Then she and Mimi come back together, like two cats passing in the grass. Really, it was always fun to see these two interacting outdoors. I knew there was some logic behind it, but the unspoken communication was amazing.

One of the posts from 2020 has some really cool photos of Mimi on the old, old garden bench, now pretty much dissolved into the soil. It was overgrown with vines and leafy plants. I had seen how it was developing and decided to let it go knowing I’d get interesting photos from it. I took the ones of Mimi and worked my way through every filter in Photoshop, realizing there were ones I’d never, ever used in 30 years. Click here to see.

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From Instagram

So this happened Sunday.

Finally, rain and cooler temperatures, though it didn’t really cool down until near dawn on Monday. Since then the weather is gorgeous. We will appreciate this for the next few days until the next heat wave arrives. I am looking for a second portable air conditioner for my second floor because I think it’s going to be a long hot summer. Kitties did not find heat much fun. Nor me recovering from surgery.

Hope you’re having some cooler weather too!

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And then a longer video of Mimi from Monday morning. A little meditation for Mimi and for me

Just having a nice little sun bath in the breezy backyard. It’s those simple things…just nice to be able to enjoy the outdoors and not be worried about getting overheated, even early in the morning.

Mimi has really slowed down lately. This heat was difficult for her, but even when it cooled off she’s just lost some of her vitality, thinking of how active she was outside in February when Mr. Sunshine was still here. Of course animals grieve, and at 21 with a few health issues Mimi deserves to slow down after all of this. I think of Mimi and our future all the time.

I enjoy spending time with her, patiently waiting for her to follow whatever little course she wants to. I also see her as a sort of guide for me. As I had mentioned in previous posts I need to give myself time to recover from the surgery, and I also need to take care with my eyes. But right now what I really want to do is cut the grass and cut the weeds down in my garden–how I wish the burdock and jewelweed and pokeberries were instead my tomatoes and peppers and more, as tall as me! Build those garden beds and plant those seedlings. But I will get to that.

So standing around watching Mimi strolling around the garden…so much I want to do, but not all at once, patience. My cats are wonderful guides.

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Because I went into the hospital on the first anniversary of losing Mewsette, the beginning of that cycle of loss, I didn’t get the chance to remember that time, or that magical week after she died. Below is a post from just a day or two after she died, a little sad, but also happy for the memories.

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From Previous Years Around This Date

A Sunny Morning in March, 2023

I had planned a totally different post for today after looking through photos of Mewsette as a tiny kitten and remembering her purrsonality from those days. I decided to wait until this morning to finish it and this post evolved, in part because I feel the grief lifting a bit today and I wanted to share some observations about the nature of caretaking which led me to a remembrance of a very happy moment in the past few months, and how grief evolves if we let it. I can’t wait to share Mewsette’s baby pictures, though.

We have a small patch of concrete outside the basement door that catches the sun from the time it comes over the trees until early afternoon nearly all days of the year, warming the concrete even in winter. We know cats who have the opportunity love a good roll on warm concrete, and a few of my other garden cats have taken advantage of this special spot seemingly set up just for feline enjoyment.

Of all the sweet and silly things Mewsette did in the back yard that just enhanced her joy was a roll on this little spot in the sun as often as possible. In the middle of winter, if the snow and ice were melted from it and it was fairly dry, she’d have an enthusiastic roll. And with this mild winter and early spring, so warm and sunny, there were few breaks. As soon as she and Mimi stepped out the back door onto the deck she’d have a quick sniff of things and then hurry down the steps and around on the flagstone path to the brick patio and leap onto the concrete, slither down onto her side, and have a really good roll. On March 13 Mewsette had snowflakes on her*, but here she is on March 16 this year (I wanted a more fun featured image but no go on YouTube):

All her rolls are a great memory for me mostly because of her joy in that moment, her silly urgency to get there, her absolute sense of freedom and satisfaction. Unlike most other cats Mewsette was not coy or sly about her joy, she was totally in the moment. I’ve captured other rolls in video but many more in photos, and that I did for me, not to use for any purpose but to scroll back through my photos and remember that morning and that moment.

Note even the simple changes

This roll was the last I have recorded for Mewsette, so I found when I went back in my photos looking for the latest roll because at some point she’d stopped even though the weather grew better. Some days after it I remember seeing some troubling symptoms, ataxia—unsteadiness, a wobbly gait—decreasing appetite, the beginnings of constipation, and she just wasn’t as active. I thought it might be a reaction to her morning dose of gabapentin since that seemed to be the time it was most noticeable. I called my veterinarian to see the next appointment, and switched one I had made for a workup for Morty, May 2, to Mewsette. Dr. Elgersma came to give her (and the rest of her siblings as it turned out) a PEMF (pulsed electromagnetic frequency) treatment. I took her to PetWellClinic for an exam and blood tests where nothing in particular showed up except that her T4 was still really high and she had lost a little more weight. My veterinarian increased her dose of Felimazole and we changed gabapentin to buprenorphine to see if that made a difference.

I remember thinking from then on that getting her back to rolling on that concrete was a goal, just to get her back to that level of activity, then I’d know she was back to a state in which she was comfortable. But she never did, even when we went out the basement door on a warm a sunny morning and she seemed to feel well otherwise.

Tempering the grief with sweet memories

This morning when I look at that spot, crimson wild strawberries dot the green leaves that replaced last year’s fallen and in the barrel next to it the cucumber seeds I planted in late April have produced searching vines, and the cherry tomato plant has little green marbles at the top and blossoms at the bottom. I remember the hopes I had for Mewsette, but I also remember how happy she was there, how happy she was in general, and how, even though she was not feeling her best and was slowly declining she made every moment the best it could be. She might not have been able to enjoy her favorite places and activities in the way she had before, but she loved what she could do, and gave it all of herself, and she loved and trusted me completely through it all and let me know that every day. I am honored.

Marking anniversaries

It’s very common during grief for any reason to mark anniversaries, a place in time when an incident or memory happened a measured amount of time ago: an hour, a day, a week, 10 years. Last Sunday I stayed at my desk with her very late after she’d passed trying to stay awake so that the day would not end, that last day that began when she was still here and feeling well, even though it was well past midnight and I was practically falling out of my chair with exhaustion, fearing waking up later without her for the first time.

As I moved through my 20s and 30s I certainly had things to remember, childhood, college, first jobs, my father’s illnesses and loss, discovering my art and beginning to paint cats and other animals, losing my first cat, relationships come and gone, buying my home, planning the eventual self-employment I’d enter into. But in those years my present day experiences occupied far more than any memories.

Lately I’ve noticed I have more and more anniversaries of memories and loss. I add another year onto my own experience each March so it stands to reason that I would have more things to remember. I’ve also noticed this seems to be a natural part of aging as well, remembering, intentionally or not, moments of my life that stayed with me, significant or not, and cats and people and things I love still that are no longer here for me to experience day to day, yet I recall the experiences we had to refresh that memory and reaffirm that love. Unlike when I was young and recalled these, time has given me a more rounded perspective on these experiences from my past. This retrospect makes my experience of life richer, even with the pain that sometimes accompanies it. I can’t change what was, but I can still experience and learn from it and resolve issues that arose, experience it and bask in the sweetness of a treasured moment.

I remember how sweet it was to see these two head for the back door in all kinds of weather, waiting for me to open it and let them out, and so many others before them. From May 24, 2023, the last time I have a photo of them here, and the last time I believe Mewsette went to the door.

Visions of the future

In 1996 I was six years into this house and still fixing things and planning renovations. When Kublai really began to decline I quit planning renovations—I realized that I was visualizing every change with him literally in it, sleeping in the sun on the sunroom studio floor I’d add off the side, and sitting on the windowsill at the southern exposure window I’d add to the kitchen, sleeping on the bed in the extra bedroom I’d add off the back. I couldn’t bring myself to visualize a future in any way that did not have him in it. I had already decided it might be better with my day job and six to eight hours of freelancing in the evening to hold off on home renovations until after I left my day job, and not wanting to envision my future without him sealed that decision.

I will soon be having some repairs and renovations done to my home in the near future through a county program for seniors. I will finally be getting that roof along with the roofs on my front porch and deck, electrical service upgrades, an interior French drain in the basement, and a few other necessities.

I have wanted to screen my deck as a catio since the 1990s, but it’s 40 years old and that was too big of an investment for a deck that might be considered a tear-down to anyone but me. But it’s in good shape and will have some restorations in addition to the roof. I’ll do the screening myself with the plans I drew up years ago, when I can afford it, but I am hoping that will be this summer.

When I picked up the orange and white carpet out of a neighbor’s trash pile and discovered it was in great shape and I loved the color and pattern I first thought it would be cool for my vendor tent, but knew that carrying it and rolling it out and back up every time at the size it is would not be feasible unless I had a team for setup and teardown. So I put it out on the deck and knew that was where it belonged, and Mimi and Mewsette embraced it immediately. This photo of Mewsette and Mimi from June 7 was a hope for the future, and even though it will be difficult for me to follow through with the catio knowing she won’t be there to enjoy it in her own unique way—I thought of her and Mimi most as I dreamed about it— just as her memory still remains in my garden, I will think of the silly Mewsette I love giving the rug a good scratch and rolling in the sun when the catio is finished.

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A couple of notes

In the first photo in this post you can see a light-colored dot on Mewsette’s forehead. I’m not sure what that is and I only took this one photo of her walking the plank, all the others around are daffodils, so I can’t see it from different angles. But I think it’s water droplets as she had been grazing in the grass soon before that, and one of them in particular is catching the sun. But an interesting and noteworthy effect, purrhaps like the feather later. It’s interesting how these things appear—I’ve looked at this photo several times as I scrolled photos, and I fully edited and cropped that photo but did not see the dot until I placed it in this post.

I realized I hadn’t shared this Instagram post from March 13! “What are these things on me?!!” Unexpected snow flurry this morning. while the girls were grazing. Simple things could startle her sometimes.

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Mewsette’s Journey

Here is a list of the articles I’ve written about Mewsette in the past few months. I also have smaller mentions in my daily photo posts from the back yard, from veterinary visits and visiting the pet food store.

Veterinary Visits (August 2022)

Outdoor Fun and a Vet Visit With Mewsette (March 2023)

Cruising With Mewsette (May 2023)

Mewsette in June (June 2023)

Updates and Things (June 2023)

Cats and Flowers (June 2023)

I Would Not Have Missed a Moment (June 2023)

Mewsette’s Dancing Lights (June 2023)