He ate some Fancy Feast Beef and Chicken Feast this evening.. not all of it, of course. I mounded up what was left, and he ate a little more. I mounded up what was left of THAT, and he ate a little more. Finally, I just let Bob eat the rest. He cleaned the bowl out good!
I shined a light in Sydney's face. His pupils constricted, but just to about half-size, not slits.
Thanks for the prayers and kisses, Karen and Candace 







I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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