Today is the second anniversary of adopting Graymalkin and Thoth. It’s also the second anniversary of finding out Graymalkin is blind.
He’s remarkable at adapting, so it’s hard to tell, unless you live with him long enough to see him run right into walls when he gets turned around or when you hold a toy right in front of his face and he can’t see it.
We’re not sure what caused the problem, but my medical team has theories. One of his eyeballs appears smaller than it should be, while the other is bigger. The thinking is that something happened in the womb–his little head got smushed, pushing one eyeball forward and the other back, enough to take away almost all of his sight.
What makes this fascinating, though, is that he looooooooves to have his face smushed.
Whenever he wants a nap on me, he circles my chest, unhappily, until I take his face into my hand and hold it tight. Then, he sleeps peacefully, until I need my hand for something.
Since we’re not always available to smush his face, he has discovered a spot in the living room that allows him to do with a pillow.
This is where he sleeps.
Does he snore?
Of course.
