🐾 Caturday Wisdom from Simone 🐾
Simone, pictured at a younger age, in the living room, a journey too far for her now. Meet Simone: 18 years old, blind, arthritic, cancer survivor, and still the undisputed queen of household communication. Long past the Himalayan warranty (10–15 years? Pfft), Simone has transcended feline expectations and now runs her domain from either her arthritic cat bed or the sleep number throne in my bedroom. Her meow? A soft, raspy whisper—like an old lady politely asking for tea. But don’t be fooled. That one sound carries a whole lexicon of meaning. We’ve learned to decode it based on her chosen location: 🥣 Food bowl + meow = “Kindly refill the buffet.” 💧 Water bowl + meow = “Hydration, please.” 🛏️ Used bed pad + meow = “Time for housekeeping.” 🚽 Circling on bed pad + meow = “Constipation alert. I’ll take the meds now.” She doesn’t vary her tone. She doesn’t need to. Her spatial syntax is impeccable. Simone speaks in coordinates. With one exception. When she wants me to pay...