winterbadger | Greatest. Cat. Ever.

So, I've been worried about one of my kitties, Busby. He's been going from sick to not so sick, had some nasty infections, been kind of quiet, occasionally hides under the bed but then comes out and demands petting. I've been uncertain as to how he was getting on.

Just now I heard a sort of slithery jingling noise. It was Busby, who had gone into the other room, collected a string with a bell on it that we were playing with the other day, and was dragging it into the living room. He arrived, stepping jauntily and with his tail all fuzzy and wavy, dropped the end of the string, and looked at me.

:-)

We played with it for some time, then he went and rummaged around in his toy box to see if there were anything else he felt like playing with. Apparently not, because then he walked off down the hall, and I could hear the sound that I know is him tidying up the cat box (he hates it when EVERYTHING is not COMPLETELY covered up.) And then just now he raced down the hall and tore into the kitchen as if he were running in the Grand National.

I have had a number of cats, and I imagine I will have a few more before I go. I have known dozens over my 40+ years. But I have to say, and I hope this doesn't hurt anyone's feelings too much.

Sir Matthew Busby Spoor Cat?

Best. Cat. Ever.