My favorite feline is turning 12 this year. I’ve noticed small changes in him that start to occur when cats get older. He’s losing muscle mass and in turn seeming a little thinner. Ragdoll cats are large breeds, and he still weighs more than 10 pounds, but those little things tell me he’s getting older. I’m so grateful that he still plays. In fact, lately he plays more than he has in years. For a long time after we got JJ he wouldn’t play at all, because every single time he did, JJ would intervene and spoil the fun. He still tries to, but Mister M. will often turn the tables and pounce on JJ, which leads to a crazy chase or some other fun for the two of them. It more often than not leads to me breaking them up, to avoid excessive hair flying all over the house. They love each other, even if they don’t necessarily admit it.
Knowing that he is getting older leaves me faced with that one day I’ll have to say goodbye to him & that’s something I can’t begin to imagine. Thankfully, right now I don’t have to. Instead, I’ll continue to love him (even when he’s being naughty) and cherish every moment we have together. That’s what matters most.