I can't leave it at yesterday's maudlin post. I don't apologize for it, but I need to post something lighthearted before I move on.
For example: this photo, which I find hilarious. Rocks was lame, but when he was younger at least, he gave it his all to keep up. One day, he decided to sport with one of the neighbourhood squirrels. However, it turned out that the squirrel actually sported with the cat. By the time this picture was taken, Rocky had totally given up the chase (smart cat) and was pretending to be disinterested in his former quarry and current tormentor, who was bold and cheeky enough to actually pause to look through our patio door. I think the squirrel could have had a cup of coffee.
Saint Paul (our Mr Fixit friend in Sarnia, Holmes twin more or less) had made a crutch for Tiny Rocks one Christmas, but for some reason it didn't travel to Ottawa with us (I have no idea why since everything else seemed to make the trip). So, SIL made him another one. You can't see the whole thing in this picture, but you can see Tiny Rocks (okay, not so tiny, but it was Christmas) posed proximate to the crutch. What fun!
He was a magical kitty who, believe it or not, could change size at will. Therefore, I always found it prudent to show utmost respect for this natural born predator, for I do not possess a squirrel's speed and agility. I think Lord Cat was saying, "Lower," at this point.
I mean to say, look at that size of that tongue compared to little old me. Yes, respect was warranted. And received, thank goodness.