Jamais 2 sans 3 (or the rule of threes)

My first is my dying cat. The end is near. He's beginning to seclude himself. He didn't even come to cuddle last night and when I tried, he hid under the couch. He ate a lot last night but then went into a coughing fit, as if the food wouldn't go down. Roger is on death watch, spending every moment by his side. And I'm wondering if it wouldn't be better for him to die in his sleep rather than having to put him down.

My second is my sprained ankle. My Sunday run through the fall leaves may not have been such a great idea after all, but at least it's not broken. And I can run again in a couple weeks, once the leaves are gone and the rain comes to stay.

My third is uncertain. It could be Sasha, the neighbor's cat, who is lost. Or it could be the light bulbs that don't work (but that's an old story), or any number of things that I'd very much like to evoke as my third but probably aren't really. But it better happen before election day...