Will, Jack and Mary Lou were sitting around one evening--a rare occurrence. Will says somehow we all know when the end is near. Or, when we'll wake up in the body of a bug--hehehe--(thank you, Franz Kafka for that imaginary tale). Jack who can be counted on to twist everything into something funny, then looks at me and says when I die, he's going to have me stuffed. Before that happens since we're on the subject, let me tell you what I know about cats and dying.
There is Oscar the cat who lives in a nursing home in Rhode Island. He can tell when people don't have much longer to live and cuddles next to them. Time and again, he's been right. It's a little scary. That would be one cat I would be happy to see pass my door.
All this got me thinking, though. If I had only months to live, I would do the following:
1. Go to Trafalgar Square in London and drool over the pigeons and drop in on Whicky Wuudler, Albert the Cat, and all my UK friends.
2. Attend a bar/bat mitzvah, purr through the Holy Scrolls and later, show Jack I can dance. Cats were just made for the limbo.
3. Tour all the shelters in the US to raise money so I can make sure the animals get a fair shake, or at least get spayed. (this is my favorite)
4. Visit the Vatican and Pope Benedict since he loves cats and stay as long as I want. Maybe he'll let me ride in the Popemobile. Can you just see me through the glass? (so long as I don't have to wear a beanie or a whatchacallit with the pom-pom on top)
5. Go to my first casino, play blackjack and flirt with the pretty girls (I'm dying--remember?)
6. Finally make peace with Vinny so I won't be hanging around purgatory, then have them forget to call me Upstairs. Purgatory doesn't sound like the kind of place that would have top-notch customer service.
Now that I have my to-do list, I'd like to get started on it, especially visiting other cats around the country.
What would you do before you reach the great cat door in the sky?