The One Week Milli Picture Tribute

So as I told you, there'll be pictures. Milli has been gone a week. The missing her is sad, but having since researched a little about cat lung cancer, finding out it hit her at exactly the designated age, and that her suffering could have been so much worse if the disease did the more usual metastasizing in other systems, I feel grateful for how quickly the worst of the disease manifested and that she got to enjoy most of her life, almost up to the very end. So I'm celebrating that.

Mill was one to fix you with a very intense stare:



She had her moods when she wanted to be petted, and would beg me to pick her up and hold her for 10 to 20 minutes at a time, purring, stretching out her paws and dangling them over my shoulder, flexing her toes all the while. But more often she preferred to be near, not in contact; she was rarely a lap cat. She had a habit of fixing that stare at me, and when I'd look back, she'd blink her eyes in that loving kitty way that spoke of approval and adoration. I'd blink back in turn, and we could keep up that exchange for minutes on end. She was quite the blinker of sweet nuthins. (-;

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