11 years is a good run with a cat, especially a rescue, since it’s hard to know their real age or state of health before you adopt them.
I’m pretending not to notice Shannon is batting a pipe-cleaner around the floor. We have a polite fiction that she’s too dignified for that sort of thing.
I’m here. I’m not excited about today, though. The MRI is making me freak out...it’s all I can do to calm myself from the panic I feel welling up in my throat. Not a good feeling for one who was raised with no fear.
Kitty loved q-tips. :)
I wish she was here, I could use some cat diversion instead of watching all the riot news, which is making me very sad.