In our declining years

Watching TV with my storm orphan DeeDee.  In kitty years she may be far more elderly than I am.  Sometimes she skitters around like a kitten, which I rarely do.  On the other hand, she's been with us over 12 years, and was a full grown cat when she called on us.  Her fur is back to normal, but I expect that in June, when Frankie, Ellie's roommate from VeggieGirl's apartment, comes for a week, that will change.

For now and for the rest of her life, I indulge her in everything.  Even sitting right up near my asthmatic face.  Her eyes picked up the flash, because Husband RJ was taking the picture.  Those are kitty kisses, and I refuse to Photoshop them back to normal.

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Got my baby back

After an awful scare, Ellie, the RiverDog is back in form.

Pancreatitis, due to chubby, comfortable old age, almost carried her away from us.

We are now very careful about her diet, and are delighted to find that she really likes boiled rice and chicken.

She even goes for impromptu dips in the Chemung, even though I honestly think it must be a tad chilly just yet.

I love her to pieces and can't imagine the river without her.

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