Early one morning the feeling of sharp nails digging into my feet awakened me! The furry gray object that flew through the air was my newly adopted blue-point Siamese kitty. A life-long bond had formed. Müd is now 21 years old, about 96 human years. She doesn’t jump up to scratch my feet anymore, but her loud morning meow moves me along to the important things: food and petting; or as Mud sees it: love. I welcome posts and pics from other wise old cat owners…’meow for now’.
I feel honored to live next to this beautiful Lady!
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