Mew is nine-and-three-quarters years old. She seems a bit less active than she used to be but not by much. She still plays tag. By her rules you are almost always *it*. If you hide and peek, she will chase you although she will run for a short distance if you *fluff* yourself at her.
Yesterday, she demonstrated how easily she can recover the steps we thought she may have lost. It wasn't raining. Yet. Seemingly out of nowhere a crack of thunder hit. This was immediately followed by an orange and white blur which may or may not have been using its feet to move. We couldn't tell, it went by so fast.
Our orange and white middle-aged cat was heading for sanctuary. Lose a step? Not when its thundering . . .
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Wow, she found her burst of energy and used it to hide-and-seek for the closest shelter.
If you could bottle that, you could use it to jump start a car battery. Or run an electric toothbrush for 10 minutes. Or move one kitty from point A to point B in no-time-at-all.
With that kind of thunderclap, I jump and she scats. I told J if the door had been open to the outside and she had gone in that direction, we couldn't have stopped her.
Every now and then she surprises us with her old self.
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