this morning #421.

this morning, everything needed to be just PURRFECT. she was hellbent on making it so regardless of how unpredictable mr fritz’s behavior had become in his old age. today was HIS day. his declining level of play & his rising level of vomiting were both cause for concern. for all she knew, he wouldn’t even make it to next year’s celebration. fourteen wasn’t abnormal for a feline but he wasn’t the energetic, laser-crazy presence she so sorely needed. still, she had to make this year count even if he was indifferent toward her celebratory efforts. mouse on a stick. fish on a plate. catnip sprinkled about indiscriminately. if he was up for it, he’d have the time of his life. she would too.