There is a quote by Elizabeth Peters that pretty much sums up the personality of a cat. “There is no other creature better at delicate rudeness than a cat. The way to get on with a cat is to treat it as an equal or better yet as the superior it knows itself to be.”
I’ve written about my cat, Figaro, before. The narrative usually follows the path of his antics, his aggravating other cats or his general non-acknowledgement of the hand who feeds him. This story is different. It is about Fig as a sixteen-year-old, half-blind, badly wounded cat.