This is my sweet Zoey and her blanket.
She’s 18 years old. She is showing her age these days, but she’s still doing well.
She’s always been “my” cat, though my oldest tried to claim her for awhile (and I was okay with it if she needed a cuddle cat as she moved on into adulthood). She came back home not long after she left with my oldest, and she’s been by my side since then.
She’s the sweetest cat I’ve ever had.
I want a dog to walk and run with, but I want to be sure she’s happy first. She doesn’t have much time left, and I want her to be happy.
She’s very vocal, always has been. I will miss her voice when she’s gone.