365 Project. Day 67, March 8: Jasmine seems to be enjoying her crate. Which is a good thing, because who knows when we'll need it to take her on her final road trip?? The other morning, she came slowly up the stairs, as usual, after I let her out of her laundry room nighttime lair. A moment later, I heard a terrible, low-pitched yowl and Jennifer called me. The 20-year-old cat was lying very still on her side, on the kitchen floor, yowling. I'd just arrived home with Lola, and the last dog I'll ever own was whining for breakfast, so Jen cleared the kitchen for me while I knelt down with the cat, talking quietly to her and praying for her and trying to figure out if this was "it". Jen brought this crate upstairs for me to rush her off to a vet. Last time this crate came out was nine years ago, when Jasmine's sister Nala died. She was gone before the crate even made it up the stairs. So anyway, after a minute, Jasmine sort of sat up, looked around, then walked over to a little table where we keep her food, jumped up there, and calmly started eating her breakfast. Huh. Stupid cat... scared us half to death.
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