We are pellets of incense falling on the same altar…
… some collapse sooner, others later. It makes no difference.
Get your head around mortality and change your life.
(Memento mori: remember you will die.)
Mortality knocked when reflecting on the two Mollys in my life: one’s getting on a bit, the other will soon start school.
Proper school, now: the free one with uniforms, not the costly one with naps.
Molly Jean’s birthday was last week. She likes drawing and dancing, Princess dresses and unicorn ice cream (any ice cream, tbh).
Molly Jean has bonded with Papa over Pingu, Dugee and Peppa; but mostly that the lines in colouring books are advisory.
I have taught her words she shouldn’t say and will soon teach her things she shouldn’t do.
That’s my job… 😇.
Molly the diabetic cat (MTDC) is middle aged, like me. I’m not diabetic, though l have the cake problem.
Life ain’t fair… 🤷♀️
Living a while in the vet hospital- Kitty Hilton on the bank statement- could make a cat a little blue.
It never did…😁.
When she sees me with a brace of mini Battenbergs, MTDC might wonder why she’s the one on two injections a day.
She doesn’t, though…😆.
She’s a cat… 😻.
MTDC just… gets on with it.
In her early 60s she goes hunting, snags catnapped felt mouses all day long and will chase a laser beam on a rug for the duration of MOTD.
MTDC lives every minute in the moment.
It’s her superpower…😎.
MTDC can lick herself clean and sleep precariously on the arm of a chair.
You might think this clever, but I can work the remote control and make pancakes.
Molly Jean is responsible for making me a papa, which I am trying to be chuffed about.
She, too, can work the remote control and just about make pancakes.
Four, Molly Jean is… 😎❤️.
At “four” MTDC had learned to climb curtains and use the litter tray.
In over a decade MTDC has never covered a poo.
If you were to wish anything for MTDC you’d be the cat’s PJs with tuna, catnip and empty Amazon boxes.
Molly the diabetic cat can’t give you a thumbs up, though.
She’s a cat…😻.
Molly Jean already has a sense of herself: language, likes and dislikes, negotiation and influencing skills… and has been gifted the biggest brain ever.
Molly Jean knows what a cat is, in fact she can draw one.
What gifts might you wish a four year old in anticipation of four or five score more years, as her pellet drifts towards the altar?
Thinking about Molly Jean’s future, l hope she learns to be in the moment, just like MTDC, as life comes at her with all its terrible beauty.
To learn “to be” is the best armour.
But mibby not enough…🙃.
Molly Jean’s dad Matt gifted me a book, Stoicism for Kids, a wee while ago. It’s time to look it out and do some colouring in.
Over the lines…🥰.
Enjoy today, you ain’t getting it back.
