I'm sure the cat fantasizes she is a formidable predator out on the African savannahs. Reality is a stark contrast to that ideal. She can no longer jump up on our bed or onto the low bookshelves under the bay windows. She even needs help getting up onto the couch, so she spends a lot of time curled up under side tables and the like. She is positively friendly to the children now, when they behave themselves around her.
I wish I could say her current regimen of meds is helping, but it's not. She's on borrowed time.
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