One of my favorite sports. It’s so relaxing.
The doctor said I gained a pound at my recent visit. I wasn’t too active because I wasn’t feeling too good, and just slept a lot. That’s fixed now, but she tried to fix the weight problem.
So, Mom decided to starve me. She took away “free feed.”
But, it didn’t last very long. I persuaded her to go back on “free feed.” Now, I’m happy again.
Mom says I lay around too much and sleep too much. She wishes I would be more active. So, I’m accomplishing both at the same time!!! POL
This is a rare occasion. Mom doesn’t let us out in the screened vestibule very often; in fact, this may be the first time!!
Shannon wrote a loving tribute to their 23-year-old black cat who died. It is truly a love story.
The writing challenge asks my reaction to a black cat crossing my path.
If THAT was to happen, I would scoop him up in my arms and check to see if he was our Sylvester.
He was 23 years old when he died in my eldest son’s arms and I still miss him every damn day since he left.
Sylvester came to us in a very sneaky way. It was show and tell day in grade one and a little girl in my son’s class brought a box full of kittens! (well-played, Mom *wink*)
Soon, the neighbourhood was full of black cats running around and he was but one of many for about five years.
From the start, he was the best cat ever. Chill. Low-maintenance. Independent.
He shared his home for the first few years with a very bitchy spaniel, so he learned to amuse himself in high places and outdoors.
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