Last of Morning Coffee (for awhile)

 It's been a rough week at The House of Jones. We lost our Jinx. We adopted him 5 years ago (in October) so that young Roscoe would have a playmate. Immediately, he stole our hearts. Playful, strangely ungraceful, affectionate.

But as he got larger, he became a bit of a brute. Not intentionally-- he just got big and heavy and rough.

 Roscoe became a loner, preferring to spend his time outside, sleeping and going walk-about. This summer he took a walk and didn't come back. We were sad, but not totally surprised.

But last week Jinx started acting a bit under the weather, off his feed and sleeping most of the day.

 So, a trip to the vet, but  the news wasn't good. He was severely dehydrated and anemic--they think he had an auto-immune disease. They had him on IVs, giving him liquids and a few different drugs, but he slipped away in his sleep yesterday morning.

So now we find ourselves catless--for the first time in 27 years!

Morning Coffee

He must have ran all night because I wanted to clean off my desk this afternoon, but Jinx has been stretched out since lunch. I didn't have the heart to make him move so I found other things to do. Well, now that I'm getting ready to go to bed, he's up and stretching. Of course!

Morning Coffee

I really was trying to get some work done, but I was getting a little too much help. Guess it's time for a break!

Morning Coffee

Jinx finally got to go outside and run around (the rain melted almost all of the foot deep snow) until he came in, exhausted. It's amazing the positions cats get in, all twisted around. He slept all afternoon!
(yes, that's a box with a piece of carpet on in-- so he can look out the window in comfort.)

Morning Coffee

I wish I could have gotten a better picture, but my husband started talking to him and that was the end of that-no more poses. Besides, it's so bright outside, maybe a picture without glare wasn't going to happen, anyway! Poor Jinx is so confused. He wants to go outside, he walks around making little meow noises and walks to the door. Then he sits on the porch looking out at the snow for a few minutes before he wants back in. And then we do it all again!