The boys have let me take over for today. I wanted to pass on some werds of wisdom on getting old. Some of you out there are considered Senior Catizens, and some of you are just babies. It's wonderful to have so many furriends of so many ages.
I am 18 years and almost 4 months old. That's a little over 90 in human years. Just recently, I lost my eyesight. It's kind of scary because I get turned around in the house and don't know where I am sometimes. But mommy makes it better for me. And Miles has guided me around some too.
My hips hurt and I walk funny. I am furry unsteady on my feet - I fall over alot, and this morning I slipped down the stairs. Mommy says that she worries about me when she's not here, so she' s bringing up the giant pen from the basement to put me in when she's gone. She puts a litterbox in there (I have been having lots of litter box troubles lately too - I can't seem to make it there in time, so maybe having one real close will help) and my food and some nice big fluffy quilts for me to lay on. The boys will of course jump in and out, but I don't think I can climb up the side anymore to get out. I think it will be ok if I'm only allowed to a confined area for some of the day - at least I won't get lost! This morning I ended up in the bathtub and I couldn't get out. I don't even remember how I got in!
My brother Norton had the same problems too. I miss him so much, but he does come and visit me - I can feel him near me. I know that my time to go to the bridge will be coming up soon, but that's ok too - I'll be wif my brofurrs and I'll be really happy.
I want to thank Mittens for coming over the other day and spending the day with me. I didn't want her to leave, but she did have to go home and take care of her mommy, and I understand that. I like having visitors and anyone can teleport over to see me any time they want. Mommy said it was ok.