And a lot has changed. My huge marmalade boy Oliver is hale, hearty, and turning 14 next month, but I lost Rocky (Oliver's litter mate) to kidney failure in August 2011. Oliver walked around crying and looking for him for two months, and then in October, a dear friend was leaving her living situation and was only able to take her two senior cats with her. She gave me Sam, who will be 4 in July. Then in October 2014, another dear friend had to rehome her new kitten due to severe allergies, and Mouse (then called Zoshka, the Polish form of Sophie) joined us. She's 9 months old and the apple of my partner's eye.
In non-cat news, I'm happier than I've ever been; I have work I enjoy, a partner I want to spend the rest of my life with, a new appreciation for my family, real friends, and two years of sobriety. I couldn't ask for more.
In non-cat news, I'm happier than I've ever been; I have work I enjoy, a partner I want to spend the rest of my life with, a new appreciation for my family, real friends, and two years of sobriety. I couldn't ask for more.
