These days I find myself checking on Mist with frequency; I watch her and check to see if she is breathing. She is slowing down, and walks stiffly for the first few minutes after rising from her frequent naps. She is happy, when I sit beside her on the sofa she begins to purr. Both Attila and I spend time interacting with her every day; petting and brushing. Every day I spend some time head to head, whistling and blowing little puffs of air at her; she loves it. She is more affectionate than ever.
She is fussier than ever. Every morning she ensures the routines are followed by sitting in strategic places and staring at us. First she sits beside her milk bowl, quietly watching us as we pour our morning coffee, waiting as we add milk to our mugs, and milk to her bowl. Then she wanders over to her water dish below the hanging plants, we call it her jungle juice, waiting for a top up. That done she sits patiently in front of the blinds at the sliding glass door, waiting for them to be drawn open. After we have performed all the daily routines, she wanders off to who knows where to have a little nap, satisfied that the supervision of daily chores is complete.
When we shut down the masonry heater for the summer season it took her a few days to give up sitting in front of it. Eventually she conceded that it was no longer needed, and allowed us to drop the daily firing from the morning routine. She is a generous cat at heart.
Mist and I are having an extremely quiet day. She sleeps, I type, I clean, I putter. The sun shines, the leaflings flutter in the breeze just outside the windows. If I miss anything about our country house, it will be the natural setting, the trees, the owls, the pileated woodpeckers, the foxes, the wild turkeys, the robins, the crows, the deer, the sounds of birds and breezes…
On such a beautiful day I am tempted to regret selling the country house; then I remember November, and December, and January, and February, and March, and April… and the move suddenly makes perfect sense again. Life in the bush isn’t all sunny days and gentle breezes.
Date: 4:00 PM EDT Tuesday 27 May 2014
Pressure: 100.9 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: W 18 gust 32 km/h
“Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.”
1795 – 1821