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His cat is more than 18 years old by now. A beauty - black with white feet, a white tip of the tail and some white spots in the face. He is called 'boots' or 'le-purr' as the skypainter calls him.
Nowadays the cat mainly lies on the armchair or under the table in the sun, eats (a lot) and takes it easy.
A few years ago so, we all thought that the cat will die soon. He was sitting with the face to the wall, hardly moving at all, the fur was pale and not shiny and overall he just did not look well, kind of depressed.
Granny S took him to the Vet. There is not much we can do, the vet said, I prescribe a course of antibiotics in case there is an infection, but it could be just old age.
Well, the cat took the antibiotics and we all prepared for the end of the much beloved pet.
But whooohooo.... what ever was in that antibiotics - cats life took a turn. Jumping from the top landing of the stairs, running beserk in the living room, bouncing forwards and backwards, climbing the shed to attack us from above and eating like a horse. His fur became shiny and the eyes sparkling. The other cats in the neighbour hood starting to dread him again, there were one or two fights and I am convinced maybe on or two new love affairs too. The whole episode lasted a couple of month before the cat gradually slowed down again.
Till today I am convinced that it was not antibiotics but k_o_ke the doctor prescribed, but even if I wouldn't care. What a second youth, like a adolescent kitten. I am sure that's what the cat is dreaming about sitting on the armchair now, because also lazy and unmovable again, the cat looks so much healthier and happier now then a couple of years ago.