Marlowe

 Marlowe was old and sick. He had arthritis and dementia and some condition- only guessed at- that was making him lose weight. Yesterday we had a nice young woman come out to help him over the final hurdle.



He had been with us something like 12 years. It'll take us a while to adjust.

Off you go, Marly, into the meadowlands. Have fun.....

Word Gets Round

 The local wildlife know we no longer have a cat. I guess they can read the energy. 

This morning I've seen a mouse and a rat in close proximity to the house. Never have done before. I knew they were around but up till now they've kept their distance.

Marlowe's mere presence must have acted as a deterrent, because he posed no actual threat to them. He wasn't much of a hunter. Back in the day he'd catch voles and shrews and bring them into the house- alive. Anything bigger was safe. He never took on a rat- and the ones at the farm got used to him. They'd play around the bird feeder right under his nose and he'd just sit and watch them like it was a floor show.

In His Prime

 Three pix of Marlowe in his prime. he was a big cat. By the end he'd lost around half of his original adult body weight