can’t speak much now, site is in five-alarm fire mode for obvious reasons. things are going good though, thank you for using the site, hopefully this week will chill a bit

    • I had a cat that lived to be 21, too. My sympathies; I remember how hard it was to lose him.

      Whenever one of my cats has died, I always end up thinking of a passage from May Sarton’s The Fur Person:

      “They did not love him for his glossy tiger coat, nor his white shirt front and white paws, nor his great green eyes, no, not even for the white tip to his tail. They loved him because he was himself.”

    • Sorry about all that, I feel you. I had to put down my 20 year old cat a couple weeks ago and learned my dad has cancer the day before that. This week I spent a ton of money to update our home electricals and then just learned the washer is now broken. Stay strong and hang in there and we’ll get through all this!