12!
Happy Birthday to my first babies, Simba and Nala. My two little stubby-tailed puffs of fluff were born twelve years ago today. You're still babies to me!
They're getting up there. I can't bear to think about, y'know. Pumba hits the double digits in the fall. He'll be ten.
My back is getting better. It still hurts a lot to bend, sit down, get up, etc. But once upright I can get around better.
Happy knitting!
posted by lexa at
10:11 AM
4 Comments:
Happy birthday to the cats! I can't believe I even said that!
We missed you at KN. Hope you can make it next week.
Happy Birthday Simba and Nala!! Penny and Ozzy wish they were there to celebrate with you!
(Don't think negative thoughts they only get you down! My first cat lived to be 23!)
I had a Siamese cat that was about 20 when he died. I was 17. We had him for eight years. He was totally my cat, slept with me every night. I cried every day for weeks and weeks when he died. The other two cats my mother had since then both lived to be 15. There's a lady I know in town who lost her two cats a few years ago. One was 21, and the other was 22!
Wow!!! Happy birthday kitty. :o)
One of my cats lived about 20 years, with very good health until the very end. :o)
Have a good day and hope your back is better very soon.
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