Oh, hey, I should share the good news!
One year ago, we were told that Mabel (left) had less than a year to live. Not only is she still going strong, but two days ago she had a heart scan and apparently the scan looked normal; the damage seems to have reversed itself! I had no idea this was a possibility. If we're lucky, perhaps she'll be yelling in my face while I'm trying to work for years to come.
She's the noisiest cat I've ever met, bless her. When I'm talking on the phone, she makes it her mission to get as close to the phone as possible and miaow very loudly into it, much to the alarm of whoever is on the other end.
Her brother Dipper, on the right, thinks he's a dog and is driven by an unshakeable determination to eat everything in sight. I have to hide my bras when I'm not wearing them, because otherwise, as I have unfortunately learnt from experience, he will go straight for them and chew through the straps. (He also once chewed through the laces on my only smart pair of shoes just before a job interview. Have you ever tried to sew up a shoelace? It's not easy!)
These cats are ridiculous. But they're so good.