There have been some changes. More on that soon. The current state of the household:
- Kolohe (my 11-year-old tabby): “Eh, whatever. Can has ear rubs, humans?”
- Frank (Noah’s 17-year-old tuxie): “New cats? Whatevs. I’ve done this before. That food looks tasty.”
- Toph (Noah’s 2-year-old): “NOPE. Not coming out of the sewing room. I’m chickenshit.”
and then there’s Beryl. Oh, Beryl.