The one with herpes has gunk in her eyes and has to go to the vet today. The other cat, the one with asthma, through some strange feline ability that humans will never comprehend is well aware of a potential vet trip and is hiding under the bed in a desperate attempt at self preservation. It is as if some dormant wild gene kicked into high gear: a forgotten corner of her DNA that used to tell her when a predator was in her immediate area. Somehow she knows we are going to the vet but can't tell if she is coming with us or not. Psychic Animals.
This made me think of a book that my late grandmother once gave me called Animals That Know When Their Owner Is Coming Home and Other Strange Psychic Pet Phenomena. I thought that it was a great book but I had not read it in a long time. I remembered this morning how I took it off the bookshelf about a year ago and her obituary fell out and I burst into tears because I wasn't expecting to see her that day and had not prepared for it.
Strange how cat gunk takes you to moments and emotions that you forgot.
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