The amazing Solomon, shape shifter.
A living Franz Kline painting, though in real life he would never be an action painting. A still life, maybe. He’s still. He thinks about things. He mulls and considers. He watches his young tabby roommate Oliver chase a red laser dot around the house but shows no interest. Why? It’s a red laser dot. Can’t eat it, can’t maul it, can’t kill it. What’s the point, then?
Last month I was away from home for the first time in a long time, 11 hours drive north on a mountain, (of course), and I got a call from my vet. They felt something in his abdomen. You never want to hear any conversation start that way, in any way, about anyone you know.
So Solomon did have an operation, and he does have cancer. But the operation was a success, with nothing else compromised as far as they could see. It seems impossible that he be this healthy with it in an intermediate stage, it seems unlikely he would be this hungry and this content. Right now he’s acting younger than he has for years, he’s hungrier than he’s ever been, he smacks right back when his roommate Oliver jumps him from above. He’s Solomon, right now and for as long as mystery and the unknown remains mysterious and unknown. And that works for me.