For the most part…
He picked up an upper respiratory virus at the pound, which he’s now over.
Miss Kitty, who received the virus as an unwanted gift from Chester, is not doing as well.
She has a runny nose and runny eyes and I have to warm her food up so she can smell it or she won’t eat.
She’s an older cat and such things take a toll on her.
It has cost her to share her home with someone else.
Chester must stay inside and that means that we now have to have a cat box.
A very large cat box.
Chester is a very large cat.
I had never experienced the joy of cat box maintenance until now…and it’s one of those things you must “count” as joy because it is quite unpleasant in reality.
Chester is very good about using his box…multiple times a day.
Which means his box has to be cleaned… multiple times a day.
A call for volunteers has produced no results…
Chester buries his waste with vigor, as a good cat should.
He does so with so much vigor that the area around the cat box must be vacuumed multiple times a day as he kicks sand out over a two foot radius of the box.
Again, the call for volunteers has been met with silence.
I tell you all of this to tell you what I’ve learned yet again.
Mercy always makes a mess.
Grace is never free, it always costs somebody something.
The mess and the cost are part of what love looks like.
Miss Kitty is sick and I’m worn out…but Chester knows he’s loved.
It’s worth it.
It’s also easier to give both to pets, rather than people…but the people are worth it more.
Make your own application…