New Vigor For Life
Some of you have heard me mention my cat Princess. Thought I would snap a quick pic with my camera phone (yes I am the worst photographer) so you could see what she looks like. The vet refers to her as a little old lady. Princess is 16 years old, and one of the loves of my life. She was a gift from a homeless man. Not sure where he could have found her, or who could have given her to him, but she is one of the best gifts I have ever got next to my family. I gave the homeless man little in return. I gave him bread to feed the pigeons on the bench in town, and money from time to time when I had it to spare. The day he gave me he she was just a kitten, and I was so excited, I never thought to ask where she may have came from. Recently Princess has been through quite a bit of trauma. She went to the vet and got knocked out and woke up with a few teeth missing, not to mention her eye being examined. She came home and hid under the bed for a few days. Can't say I blame her. She seems back to her old self again. This morning while trying to make up the bed, she got all excited and wanted to play. I do not know why I bother to make the bed after all it is her bed and not mine, and she could care less. According to the vet she is in perfect health other than having a heart condition, and her weight is perfect. She loves to beg for chicken. She used to use the toilet, but it annoyed my husband to remember to leave the bathroom door open. Now if he leaves his clothes on the floor, she soils them. When it is my husbands turn to do dishes and he forgets, she will wake you up in the middle of the night with a meow and some food on the floor. She wants to make sure you got enough to eat, after all someone left the food out. I hope to share many more years with Princess. She is wonderful.