A Deliberate Cat Life

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Thoreau

Are you dying every day or living every day? 

Is our little cat dying more than living? That is the question we ask every day with FIP. Today Mishka was living - waiting by the door after breakfast to head off into the sunshine, enough pounce to try for a lizard that scuffled past her favourite resting place under the ash tree. So it was a good day.

When you find out your cat has got FIP you ask what could you have done to prevent it? You have seen at least one thing, probably many things, on the list of stressful events you did which depress the immune system causing the virus to mutate inside your cat, and will waste some time beating yourself up over it. Rehoming is one of them.

"Mummy, mummy can I have a cat?"

 Mishka came to us when my son's violin teacher moved to England and left her kitty behind, a fluffy indoor cat with dreams of being a snow leopard. Being housebound was never her thing so we decided to take her and give her the freedom of a big sunny garden in which to be a cat. We were aware and prepared if she fell prey to snakebite or a hungry eagle - but a virus she caught indoors from her mum was an irony never on our radar.

So if there is a wish fairy for terminally ill cats Mishka would like the 'catching a bird' experience please in this cat life.

What's on your bucket list?