It's Friday the 13th. With lots of folks thinking the day is unlucky, it seems like there's a lot of good luck just lying around waiting to be claimed.
Our old cat, Mittens, is eighteen and half years old. That's something like a billion and half in people years. She is mostly deaf, partially blind with bad back hips. Food and naps make up about 23 hours of her day. And yet she just kicked the snot out of a cat dancer toy, leaping up to bat the end of the toy in mid air.... Mary
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