Well, as of December the 10th, Hector is still with us.  He still likes to sleep on my head and purr.

But won’t be long now, we know.

Of course, it’s bitterly cold, now, and even with the wood stove blazing and the fire banked at night, it gets chill in here. He has a hot pad (known in the house-wide local dialect as “heaty pad”), and the other cats have learned that if they are seen NEAR it they’re in trouble.  They all have heavy blankets they carry around with them.

Whoa. He actually ate a few molecules today.

(After all the care for aging cats, when it’s my turn, nobody ever better even THINK about helping me hang on)