It is odd, isn’t it, how health can settle into a creature so quietly? One doesn’t quite expect it, and yet there it is.

Mews and murmurs round the saucer, purr in the dusk, gleam in the eye! Saints be praised, the old girl’s purring again.

I offered my cat the world. She turned away. Then came this supplement—absurd, yes, but effective.

I had doubted—yes, as all men do—but then I saw her, this wonderful cat! This supplement—it is perhaps, dare I say, redemptive.

The truth is simple. She was unwell, and now she’s not. The supplement works. In a world full of slogans and deceit, this one product told no lies.

Kitty licked the bowl clean! It was not happiness, not meaning—but a quiet rebellion against the decline of age. In that, I found peace. So did she.