Natalie the Cat

Last Wednesday was another day for taking Natalie, nominally our son's cat, to the vet. She is old enough to have sub-normally functioning kidneys which leads to occasional infections. I say nominally my son's because he still is the owner ( to the extent cat's have owners anyway). We have had her for two years now because he could not possibly drive her out from Massachusetts to Colorado without going mad or murdering her or both, because of her constant crying while in a car. [ As I orginally wrote this she was yelling at me to come upstairs because she wants _________ company, food, water, more clean litter, attention.... you choose].

The original plan, at least as described to me, was he would come back to pick her up and fly to Colorado with her. However, he cleverly found an apartment which does not allow pets. So we have Natalie. To be honest, his frequent traveling makes having a pet, especially a neurotic cat, impractical. So now we are stuck having to board her whenever we travel. Well she is pretty. See if you agree.