Cali young and old

Here are a couple of my favourite photos of Cali, as the five-year anniversary of her death draws near: one from her youth (from years before I knew her), and one from right near the end of her lovely mellow life, looking a little frail and even a bit kitten-ish.

 A moment after the recent one was taken, she would undoubtedly have looked up and “chirped.” She almost never used a proper “meow,” but instead spoken mostly in series of delicate, polite “meh” sounds — that I’ve never really heard any other cat make.