Springtime

I haven't posted for ages. Should get back to putting up my kitty pics. I'll get to it in mid May, I'll be away till then.

Here's Pippin by the weeping willow, near Molly's grave.

Tinkerbelle in my art room on the windowsill, warming herself in the sun.

Tas

Tas passed away in January. He had a stroke and couldn't walk or stand anymore. So I had to carry him around, feed him with my fingers and on plates under his face. He only wanted to eat sardines. I was afraid to take him to the vet, because I knew what would happen. My son (Tas's human) came to see him on the third day. He was deteriorating so we decided it was best to take him to the vet, where he was put to sleep.
Those photos are his last few days. He spent his last evening on my lap, I sat with him a long time and watched a garden show, and 2 films. He seemed very content. He lived for about 18 years.