Memory loss is something I’ve always worried about. It’s one of the first signs of dottiness. Now I’m worried.
I’m a great pet owner. Mostly. They get free food and healthcare and not the cheap stuff either. They are nurtured and catered to. In return they give unconditional love. Works for me but all is in jeopardy now. It’s all because of my senior or blonde (hopefully not dotty) moment.
As a pet owner my house normally has toys around. Catnip thingies and wands with feathers. Fluffy beds and throws with enough cat hair to make a comforter. That’s how we roll.
There are cat food dishes (mostly empty) and water dishes too. It’s a home with pets so it’s natural.
When we get visitors, I scurry around collecting all this stuff so it looks like a home out of House Beautiful (ok, that’s a stretch) instead of Cat Fancy.
We had guests on Sunday. They have a dog so they get it but I still gathered stuff up. The toys all have a place to go but new cat Gracie has a favorite toy. It’s a wand with a feather at the end. We play with that thing a lot.
I use it for physical therapy. An early nutritional deficient left her with thin legs. I’m trying to pump up the strength in her back legs. The rear legs on cats are powerful. They can jump many times their size with those muscles but not Gracie.
That’s all background. Back to my story. I put the wand out of the way and I don’t remember where. I have been through every closet, drawer and crevice in this house and I’ve come up empty.
Gracie is distraught. It was her favorite. We have another one but it’s not the same. (It never is. Just like a child with their favorite teddy.)
I know it’s someplace silly and it’s probably laughing at me while I’m searching. Nonetheless, I have a heartbroken cat and an aging memory.