When Chester gets up from his naps, he limps a little. The longer he walks, the more the limp goes away. It's arthritis, I know. But he's twelve years old now, being born in November of 2000. Chester also has cataracts. They aren't too bad, and he can see fine, but I know he's going blind. Yorkies tend to live from twelve to sixteen years. I ( Read more... )

I have a new old-new cat. Seedling popped up on the porch about two weeks before Aunt Tudi passed away. I pulled her into the house and removed all the teentsy seeds from her long grey fur, thus her name. Since I didn't want anymore animals after Aunt Tudi passed, and since Seedling seemed pretty attached to Uncle Michael and Janice, I gave her ( Read more... )

I swear to the Mighties, if this little grey cat keeps jumping on my keyboard and screwing with my computer, I'm going to have to throttle her seedy arse. The latest shenanigans she pulled was crawling all over my keyboard and making my Windows portrait instead of landscape. I had to read my help options with my computer standing on end so I ( Read more... )

Diane, Bobby, and I went to see Aunt Tudi this morning. I helped her get a shower while Diane and Bobby went down to the cafe. When we were all finished and returned to Aunt Tudi's room, there was a large bouquet of flowers waiting for Aunt Tudi. The card said they were from dydan, who called Aunt Tudi her birthday buddy. Aunt Tudi was beside herself. ( Read more... )