I’m glad I had one more bag of this under my roof. Last night, I was chilled, numb, and exhausted from several nights of kitty cat deathbed watch (more in a minute). The rooibos base gives some substance to the lemon and ginger—much more satisfying than lighter herbal teas. Looks to be the end of an era—I’m not seeing it in current production.
Kat-rina. Born in 2005, the year of the hurricane. For an indoor cat, 16 is a remarkable old age. For an outdoor cat, it is phenomenal. For a small outside cat about the size of two cinnamon rolls in a semi-rural area, it is heroic. She decided a year or so ago to retire to a warmer climate and chose us as her elder care providers. Truthfully, I didn’t like her much. She was opinionated and cranky, as old ladies tend to be, and did not shed in wisps, but in chunks. However, she became my husband’s emotional support kitty and it broke my heart to see his heart break as she became frail and ill. Despite a spate of wicked weather, she spent her last afternoon in the yard soaking up a rogue sunbeam. We tucked her in a warm, fluffy bed that evening—nothing much left but fur and a heartbeat—and she went to sleep. Not a bad way to go.