A Little Bit of Worry

Charles in the Window

Today was warm enough to have the windows open for the fresh air. Charles loves to sit in the window and watch the birds. He thinks he can catch one, but I know better!

My house maid is concerned for me. Apparently she has concluded that I don't hear very well anymore. She calls to me and makes loud noises and I don't turn. I've had a chronic yeast infection in my ears for many years that is un-treatable (because I refuse to let her do it!), so she is not sure if that has damaged my hearing or what. But hey, I'm 15 years old, I could just be getting hard of hearing. I did manage to hear her talking to her daughter about taking me to the (v-word), but I hope she doesn't go to that extreme. I'm perfectly happy, and it just means I don't have to listen to her chattering at me all the time! Honestly, half the time she doesn't make any sense anyhow.

Getting old for a cat is probably very similar to humans experience of it. One thing after another seems to go. At least I still have my looks, I know that. And my appetite is as healthy as ever! My maid complains about her memory going, but I'm as sharp as a tack. So there! 

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