Rebecca Meredith
@rmeredith
Retired therapist, writer, poet, lover of all critters, bleeding heart liberal, book and film enthusiast, yaddayadda
My girl Bunny sitting on my chest and yelling at me for breakfast as soon as it’s light out. Unfortunately that’s 4 am this time of year. Bunny is 20. She gets what she damn well wants.
My girl Bunny is 20, and showing signs of decline. I cannot imaging life without her grumpy self bossing the dogs, hitting me up for treats every five minutes (I’m pretty sure she forgets she’s been fed) and staring into my eyes with that distant, contemplative cat stare. I treasure every moment.
My new grandkitty Leonard, fetched on Super Bowl Sunday and named after Big Cat Leonard Williams. Go Hawks! 💙💚
We have a house in Ocean Shores. A couple of years ago we walked in to see a doe literally giving birth in the yard.
Four thirty am. I wake to Bunny lying on my chest. I turn onto my side. Bunny stomps around the bed, meowing in outrage until I resume my duties as a mattress.
That’s exactly how my 20 year old girl, Bunny, insists on being petted. She’ll grumble at everywhere else but loves an absolute mauling of her face and ears.
This is Bunny. Bunny is 20. She’s grouchy, arthritic, and can have anything she wants.
Seahawks up 20-6 in the third. So far this weekend has been all Seattle, with a side of Portland Antiphibians. I cannot tell y’all how I needed some simple joy. Plus, these guys.
Bunny the cat says Happy Caturday. Bunny is 20. Her smile is a little ragged but it’s still beautiful. ❤️
Ah, me. My sweet girl Bunny is 20 now and I watch her like a hawk. She’s been such a good friend. May they cross easy.
I’ve got an epithelium I’ve had for thirty years. The most amazing blossoms!
When you hang it show how you mounted it. I’ve got one and it just doesn’t seem that easy.