Jul 06 2023
Sixteen
Birthday Girl
Some people turn sweet sixteen, but not the Imperious Empress Audrey. Is there such a thing as sour sixteen?
Audrey has definitely not mellowed with age or time. She is as grumpy as ever. She is an equal opportunity despiser, and spends a lot of her waking time atop Mount Crumpet, hating the Whos. Some of this is justified, because the boys both tend to take swipes at Audrey and try to evict her from the coveted spots next to me or on my lap. Sometimes I think they are jerks to her just because they can, especially Clyde, who has put up with Audrey’s grumpitude his entire life.
She is in full possession of her faculties, as far as I can tell. Her sight and hearing do not seem to be diminished. She is definitely getting that skinny old cat look, though, and her fur is not as elegant as it used to be. She does sleep a lot, but beauty sleep is essential, especially the more vintage a girl gets. Sometimes she ventures outside, but she doesn’t go far these days. She has definitely become less adventurous with time, and again, you could say the same thing about me.
Audrey has long outlived all six of her littermates and her mother Quince, who was a mere nine months old when Audrey was born, and who died a year ago, shortly before Audrey’s birthday. Quince is still much missed, especially by her guardian, my dear friend Pea.
I hope that Audrey still has some good years ahead of her and that we can share some sweet moments together, along with the sour.
A YEAR AGO: Audrey’s birthday, among other catty celebrations.
FIVE YEARS AGO: My DNA results did not reveal any answers to my family mysteries.
TEN YEARS AGO: Everyone was under the weather.
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: Waiting for the heat to pass and a miracle to arrive.
TWENTY YEARS AGO: My very first baseball game loomed. Spoiler alert: I loved it!
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