Today is my little girl, Joy Noelle's, [made-up] birthday--she's sweet 16! I've had her since she was about 5 weeks old. This is from today, eating from her pink 'Princess' bowl on my bed:
Last year, after being diagnosed with renal failure and losing half her weight, I wasn't sure we'd see 16. But she's rebounded incredibly! Her most recent labs--which we all expected to show a decline in renal function--had actually IMPROVED since the last set.
She's my bundle of joy!
Last year, after being diagnosed with renal failure and losing half her weight, I wasn't sure we'd see 16. But she's rebounded incredibly! Her most recent labs--which we all expected to show a decline in renal function--had actually IMPROVED since the last set.

She's my bundle of joy!
*Adopt, don't shop.*


This 'rule' applied even without a yard.
I brought Joy Noelle inside by putting her in my shirt. As I walked in the front door, Freddie and Queenie KNEW something was in Mommy's shirt, but they didn't know what. Picture two giant noses--with big floppy lips flapping--sniffing and nudging your shirt right under your chin; that's what they did. I made my way to the den...and Little Freddie strolled right in behind me! I walked him back out--and shut the door. They'd never seen a kitten--all my previous rescues during their lifetime were adult cats, so this 1-1/2 pound kitten puzzled them. 