Do you know how simple I feel in the morning talking about this crap about cats? People dieing. The world turning upside down. Wars and rumors of wars to be.
Then these dang cats have turned funny too. They were always spooners and seeked each other company. Each comes to me yet they sleep apart.
Something is going on which could be disturbing if there wasn't so much else to disturb me.
They are doing that thing of separation. A scent or something is given off by one and the other will not welcome that death at this time. Yet, they cannot live apart.
These cats are well into the old age area. One is for sure full adult 14 yrs ago and the other born right here before win 98. There is that separation yet not completely. I don't think one could live without the other.