It was ...

[blamebrampton]

… a very good last day. There was sun, salmon, some compost guarding, and some me guarding as she checked the laptop posed no threat.

And, at the end, with all of us kneeling around her cushions in the garden, she tried to bite the vet despite being sedated to the eyeballs. Because near-death does not mean a Min cat should give up the fight. The vet was incredibly charmed by this, and described it as extremely Minlike. The vet nurse cheered Min on, which I suspect was a trifle treacherous.

It is clear to me now that I cannot die before J, because, like the good, strong, tough man he is, he is bawling.

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It was all very Min-like.

I fear it would be unfair to ask you to sit in the towel drawer, anyway, since it's a bit hairy and we have only salmon and kibble in the way of food. We may have to keep it closed when a new cat comes into the house, and let the next animal find its own drawer.

We're okay, but a strange day of emptinesses and unnatural quietness.