Our cat is old. Handy Husband brought her home 16 years ago, a stray kitten that had been sniffing around the dumpster at his office. She weighed one pound. We never knew her exact birthday, so we let her share Frank's, which is coming up this week. She was the lowly third cat for many years, banished outside with the others when the second cat was peeing everywhere.
But she outlasted them, and as the only cat has become a welcome fixture at the foot of our bed every night. She used to lie on the HH's nice wool sweaters, but I put a stop to that. Sorry kitty, dry cleaning is expensive. Now she shreds up a lovely old towel. Many nights she slinks up to where our hands lie, and nuzzles and purrs until we rouse enough to pet her.
Ernest has appointed himself the cat caretaker. His morning routine (eat breakfast, brush teeth, etc.) is not complete without petting the cat. He has also assumed responsibility for putting the nutritional supplements on her food, for her arthritis. Ernest has tried different combinations to determine that she likes the tuna/chicken flavored powdered supplement, but hates the fish oil.
So in honor of the cat's birthday, here is one of Ernest's favorite YouTube videos:
2 comments:
Love it! Do you remember Deautchendorf by any chance? I had her forever. She came to Texas with my parents when they retired and I was living by your sister-in-law. She died as I was enroute to Texas in '94 at 21 years old. Cats make great friends. I have 7 now, I used to have 17 when I was trying to rescue the neighborhood. I have three dogs, but recommend cats!
I do remember your cat, and who she was named after.
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