Today is Mist’s 11th Birthday (Observed). An estimated four weeks or so after birth, I found him in a storm drain, emaciated and bedraggled and infested and sick and infected and all that bad stuff. A trip to the Vet ER ended up with his right eye cauterized (which hasn’t stopped him from climbing, leaping, or catching frickin’ hummingbirds); said eye became cancerous a few years ago, and had to be removed, giving him a permanent wink (we decided the little kitty eyepatch made him look too tyrannical).
He’s a rather persnickity kitty, rather anti-social, but has mellowed with age. He remains lean and relatively active. Happy Birthday, Mist!
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Yeah, happy birthday, Mr. Mist…
I salute you both! I hope Mr. Mist and you enjoy many more companionable years together. 🙂
Alas for Mist, he didn’t appreciate the dancing dogs we had brought over for the day, but that didn’t stop him from curling up with us last night.