Hey, maybe the N.Y. Times will cover us, too…or maybe adding some catblogging will tone down the political clenched-jaw-muscles a bit.
This is Hearns, who was 18 in September. Her kidneys are failing, so TG gives her an IV of Ringers twice a week.
She had a twin, Hagler, who died of feline leukemia. Our other cat, Kit, is hiding or outside hunting as usual.
Hearns: aww! : )
Friday catblogging suits me. There is a time to pour scorn on chicanery and a time to smile at cats, a time to hate-watch and a regular day for quiet and/or good news, and a time for every purpose under the sun.
Also, I feel that cats, like pajamas, have become part of the blogger mystique. Our enemies, such as Dan Rather and the risen mummy Imhotep, fear these things. So let’s keep them up!
Hang in there, Hearns. I have a fifteen-going-on-sixteen year old myself, but he still thinks he’s a rambunctious kitten and still acts like one too, for which I am beyond grateful.
One-year-old Turducken (we found her on Thanksgiving) is pulling for Hearns. Hear hear for Friday catblogging.
Thank you WoC
Yes, but will we see Hearns in this week’s Carnival?