That’s a long time. A lifetime...

Lil did come home. But she is so very quiet and very still... She’s asleep in a basket wrapped in a white towel. Normally Lil snores. Lil isn’t making much noise. In fact, she isn’t making any noise. That’s not like her, and I’ve known her for a decade – a decade and a bit more. That’s a long time.
A lifetime...

The cat disappeared gradually until nothing was left but its grin

The cat disappeared gradually until nothing was left but its grin. Lewis Carroll.
Lil had her thyroid gland removed on February 5th. We all had our digits crossed for her... She developed an ulcer on her right eye two days after her operation. So she can’t see properly and she went deaf years ago. And just when I thought Lil had 'disappeared gradually until nothing was left but her grin' she had a gum infection, and they removed her teeth.
Yesterday her unsteadiness on her legs grew worse... Today, this morning, Susan was making coffee in the kitchen, Lil followed her, dragging herself along with her front legs – her back legs a useless twisted weight.
On Wednesday Susan made an appointment with the vet. Now it’s Friday 11.20 am. Unlike Lewis Carroll's grinning cat, she doesn’t believe Lil will reappear, after all she has no teeth – nothing to see. Lil’s appointment is at 2.20.

With a bit of Richard and Judy thrown in ...

I'm wondering what and how this ginger journal should proceed? Ok. Ferdinand is not here. Do I continue in the same vein?
Rambling aside...
I could just copy write his diaries.
BUT, That makes me a secretary!
I'm thinking -The Guardian, Paxman, The Sunday Times...
Pepys.
With a bit of Richard and Judy thrown in ...
Oh yes!

My juices are flowing...

Standing and staring -AKA Wordsworth.

That’s it then!

Susan packed up his box, swept the conservatory. His bacon rind, do I keep it? It’s among the sweepings Susan has made. No!

Lil, although sentimental, grabs the rind and walks off – probably to sprawl on the back of the sofa. Susan will find the rind at some point when she changes the throw.

Ferdinand, the ginger fur ball is missing – presumed gone! Lilly the invalid is convalescing – but now needs dentistry, she has a loose tooth which rattles as she chews...

Me? I'm watching... Standing and staring – AKA Wordsworth.

BUT I do have (have found) someone’s diary!

Missing the point.

Susan lugs back a bag of cat litter – 12.5 kg and dumps some of its contents in a tray marked ‘Kitty’. I, of course, ignore this contraption – Con-trap.

Lil is supposed to wear a plastic bucket on her head but Susan wouldn't tie it on Lil's old turkey neck. "Only if she starts chewing at herself," Susan said.

"She needs it. She needs it," I said. She’d look so bloody funny. Susan pretended not to hear me!

Lil has had her hair shaved: neck, right and left back legs.) I had my camera waiting, poised, ready, but no!

"Get that camera out of my face," croaked Lil.

Lil scratches at the cat litter. Digs a nice little hole, carefully positions herself upon the tray, and pees all over the floor.

Unbelievable! Ferdinand on the front page of N.M.E

Unbelievable. Ferdinand's picture is on the front page of  N.M.E. Ferdinand the mangy!
"Where is he? Where's he been?" Lil Said.
"Sweden by the look of that link."
I'm not giving him the password for this newspaper. (I confess. I changed it. I am the keeper of the ginger journals.)
So, no, Ferdinand, you will not be able to write a thing (not that you wrote anything of interest anyway) until you get back in your box (which is being eyed by a very handsome black tom cat who we both prefer to you!) So there.
Plus, it gets very cold in Sweden in the winter and your orange overcoat is not what it was.
Double plus, Lil is going to have an operation at the end of the month not that you are interested!

Dolly: editor, nurse, and guardian of the password.

No I have not!

Nope!