Rumpy will not stay in the same room with me.
At first I thought it was the temp of the room, because the living room tends to be warmer than the bedroom. But this weekend I noticed when I entered the room where he lay, he’d soon get up and move to the other room. If I tried to engage him in some interaction, he’d leave sooner. I asked him why, but he just looks at me.
Rumpy mostly sleeps, but he does enjoy going outside. He doesn’t have much stamina, and a walk around the yard can wear him out. Mostly we stand and he sniffs the air and listens to what’s happening out there. His appetite is fair. I do get him to eat and take his meds thanks to his love of chicken and peanut butter.
Bubba Cat has quickly gone downhill and I don’t expect him to be with us much longer. He isn’t eating well and mostly sleeps on top of the towels in the bathroom closet. I’m not surprised, really. Bubba and Rumpy have always been close.
I had treats. He was interested enough to stay.
Today I am grateful for time outside, cookies eaten, and photos taken. For a weekend spent together, even if much of it wasn’t spent in the same room.
As long as he knows I love him, that’s all that matters.