My poor Macallan. In his old age, with wobbly legs, he braves the wide outdoors. For years we could not coax him to go outside. But now, that’s where he wants to be. He takes two or three steps, then rests, then shakily gets up to take a few more steps. The simple pleasures for … Continue reading
Gretel: Why are you looking at that cold metal thing when you have such an adorably cute furry warm cat on your lap?