I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
My Kira just went to the vet for--feline acne. Good grief. I think she's still tuckered out and that was 30 hours ago. On the bright side, her vocal cords work really well.
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Oh, I thought a Sunday vet visit would mean bad news. He has his blankie to help him recover from people sticking him with needles.
Ginny, my vet's office runs a satellite walk-in clinic, which makes my life MUCH easier. Ha.
And yeah, he won't lay (lie?) on that couch unless there's a blanket on it. Good boy.
Lie. Poor fella.
My Kira just went to the vet for--feline acne. Good grief. I think she's still tuckered out and that was 30 hours ago. On the bright side, her vocal cords work really well.
Kate, my Rocky had feline acne back in the day. Until then, I didn't even know that cats could GET acne. Sheesh.
I hope Kira is feeling better soon.
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