As Tabs climbs the stairs a little slower and slower every day in his senior years, I catch myself thinking about his life and hoping that he’s had a happy life, even though we moved him away from his kittenhood home in Mill Valley, where he lived outdoors and slept beneath the stars.
I know he’d love nothing more than to spend every waking hour outside.
I wish I could read his little kitty brain and ask him, “Tabs, are you happy?”
I know he’s always loved going for walks, and he’s a good leash cat, but it’s not the same as when he lived full-time outside.
Just to give him his own little slice of outdoor heaven, I’ve tried to turn our back deck into a tabby paradise, and I think he enjoys it…