Taking
care of a liver shunt cat often feels like a full-time job. You’ve
heard me confess before that I get so wrapped up in trying to keep Newt
on an even keel and in good condition, that I tend to neglect my own
self-care. Fellow owners on Newt’s group have reported similar, but we
do periodically try to encourage each other to better self-care
routines.
And then there’s Cat Daddy. Am so proud of him. He’s really done a
fabulous job at being pro-active with health and exercise. He regularly
does his daily walks, (or, as we laughingly call them “trudges”), and
has been actively seeking other types of activities to continue his
momentum. He is serving as a very good example for me – most of the
time.
A friend gave me an old, creaky bicycle last night, knowing that I was
looking for my own exercise alternatives. Had it fit me, it would have
entailed a few simple repairs, and been a good starter bike. Alas, it
was
too tall for short-legged me, so I told her I’d donate it to the
charity shop for someone else to use.
Cat Daddy, however, had other plans. He decided
to take a spur of the moment ride up and down the surrounding hills.
Ambitiously riding a bike for the first time in ::cough:: decades. In
the dark.
On an ancient, too short bike, with half-filled, dry-rotted tires.
He did fine …. but, seems to be having difficulty walking this morning.
I am NOT laughing at him.
Much.