I already killed my Mom's fish, and now she wants me to check in on her cat. The cat was originally mine. I got her in 1988. Even I can do that math, she's almost 20! It just seems like a bad omen for me to check on her. But I have a plan. If she has already passed on, I will dig a hole and say she ran away.
Yes, the cat who can't even jump onto the couch is going to claw it's way out of the house, and run wild and free. Let's just hope she doesn't lose her will to live and she can make it until Mom's vacation is over.