This week is Miss Mo's birthday. She turns 17!!!! It's hard to believe my evil ex gave her to me in late June 1994, and she has been with me ever since. The past few months have been hard with her because of her howling episodes. She's not in pain, she's just deaf and lonely. Her sisters want to play with her but that's not the kind of company she prefers. She's a "daddy's girl" through and through. She loves for me to hold her. Her purr is so soft that it's only audible if there is no other noise. Rich took this picture of her hiding in my beard. A few weeks ago I was tripping because I was sure she wasn't going to be with me much longer. She can't jump up on the bed anymore to curl up next to me, but she still eats & eats and drinks tons of water (unless she has thrown her food in it, and then she won't drink it). Tonight she gets her kitty treat. (she rarely gets canned food).
Happy Birthday Mo!!!!!!