Othello, the cat

I was studying Shakespeare’s Othello when two cats came to live at our house. Rebecca named the runt Peter Michael Manzke (Pete outgrew being the runt). I named the other Othello.

Though Pete has crossed the rainbow bridge, Othello is still with us at the age of 16. He’s a scroungy old cat, needing a good brushing.

Pete hates to be brushed. I do a little of him at a time, usually quitting when he starts biting.

Last year this time, while Bob was struggling with his cancer, Othello wasn’t well. I couldn’t bring myself to put him down. I’m so glad I didn’t. He is fine, and good company, sleeping with me.

Othello, without the scroungy half of him showing

Today, I share my home confinement with my pets, so I am not completely alone.

Othello is a beggar, always wanting treats, he gets them, too. I better not run out of his treats. I don’t know what he would do to me if he didn’t get a few every day.

So that’s my blog for today. It’s extra quiet here. I think that’s because I should stay to myself. The crazy thing is that I was finally getting out of the house after losing Bob.

Oh well, this too shall pass….though it will take a while. Good thing my freezer is well stocked.

I hope everyone is comfortable and safe, too.

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