One year ago today our thirtieth cat, Fat Sally died.
Then, for three hundred and sixty-five days, we had twenty nine cats.
Today we have twenty-eight. Hard to believe what a hole that twenty-ninth cat leaves in the household. But that is something I will write for myself.
I already know we have passed the zenith of the arc and will never have twenty-nine cats agin. That each year will end with fewer and fewer. That's how it has to be, because I don't want to die leaving dozens of cats needing a care-taker. I owe it to them to see them through their lives safely before I leave mine.
It's just the attrition that's killing me...