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.

pb
Little Pond