Pets

Silver has never been outside much.

Now that he's older, he never cares to go outside (he prefers MY new bed as you can see).

He's purring away now after finishing his breakfast.

I will keep a close eye on him, believe me.

Silver was adopted (along with his brother Andy) almost 10 years ago by my late husband who was devastated by the loss of his odd-eyed white cat that lived to be 18 years old. I convinced him to go have a look at the kittens at the nearby kill shelter.

My husband saw Silver and Andy playing w/each other and picked them BOTH up and said, "Lets go!". And so we left with TWO kittens. I've never had a set of twins (aka a "bonded" pair of kittens) before but what a joy they have been for me and I'm so glad they are still here. It makes me not miss my husband as much as odd as that may sound.

Thanks for asking. I'm sure if he was feeling ill, I'd know. He has a meow that sounds like a foghorn going off. In fact that is his middle name, Foghorn or Silver F. for short.

P.S. I hear you on the plastic thing! God damn that crap! Its everywhere in everything and yes, it is a challenge around here too! NOT GOOD = plastic!!!!