Skitten is gone. 14 years of living with one of the finest little beings ever - even though it never knew anything. The growth in its throat was obstructing its breathing and it was getting worse and worse. Ever since Aparna sent it home from Maatjiesfontein in a box in 2007, we’ve made sure it had only good times. Simply the best little cat.
It’s a lovely day tomorrow… Some proper Cape Town rain today. Skitten is taking every precaution to ensure coziness.
A truer love you’ll seldom see. The weather is beginning to turn in Cape Town. And Skitten is far more tolerant of this kind of thing than she was a few weeks ago. It’s my birthday which, for symbolic reasons, means it’s Skitten’s birthday too. It’s 14 now. A venerable creature. It still doesn’t know anything. A little less feisty and not quite as adventuresome. But otherwise very much the same strange little animal that @withoutaleaf sent me from Maatjiesfontein back in 2007.
I thought I’d maintain my vertical line of Skitten pictures. Seen here on its balcony that it loves.
Skitten was ill recently - which is most unlike it. And kind of strange given that @withoutaleaf and I have had not even a sniffle this year thanks to all of the anti-covid measures also protecting us from common viruses. Its eyes were streaming and it was sneezing up a storm. Luckily after some vet-prescribed eye-drops and pills, it’s right as rain again, full of beans and following me down to the kitchen every single time - ever hopeful of treats.
Skitten in the clouds. I thought I might post the one of Skitten yawning to show its single remaining fang. But it might not approve.
Skitten is adoring its balcony. It says “ak” and “gnka” out of pure enjoyment when we’re out there in the mornings soaking up sun and tea. This change of house has been an enormous quality-of-life bump for our little old Maatjiesfontein lady.
Latergram of famous Skitten handling summer with aplomb.