Due to that (expletive expression) Pet Food Scandal from last year I can honestly say that the song ‘the year of the cat’ has a totally new meaning for me.

One of them almost died – twice. We spent weeks in a cat hospital, with me visiting him three times a day. I fed him with a tube for weeks, and I cancelled almost every social or volunteering engagement if my better half couldn’t have an eye on the cats while I was gone. My garden looks like a jungle, and the house reminds one fatally of a Viking raid… (sigh)

I am very lucky to live in a time where computers allow to work from home, and that my job is computer-related.

I am also very lucky to have found a cat hospital where *everybody* went way and above the call of duty to get my Imperial Highness back on his paws.

You know what?

When he comes waltzing into the room now and *demands* love, attention or to be let out on the porch…

it all was worth it, by a mile

and it was my responsibility anyhow.