Webster is getting old.
He's 12 this year, which isn't ancient - as cats go - but my dear Grimma was only 13 when she left us so I hope you will forgive me if I worry over him just a little more.
( Cut for meanderings of a feline nature; the wild thing that came out of the cold.... )
He's a special boy (in so many ways), and life just wouldn't be quite the same without him.
He's 12 this year, which isn't ancient - as cats go - but my dear Grimma was only 13 when she left us so I hope you will forgive me if I worry over him just a little more.
( Cut for meanderings of a feline nature; the wild thing that came out of the cold.... )
He's a special boy (in so many ways), and life just wouldn't be quite the same without him.