My oldest and second cat celebrates what Science guesses as her 14th birthday (70 for a human). Miette may be the second cat I’ve ever adopted on my own (all cats before Molly belonged to the whole family: Teddy, Mewsette, Farrah, Shadow, Shirley, Ariel, Celeste and Katze) but she shared the number one spot in my heart with Molly. She got the sole position last Fall and Miette has been a gracious winner over the shift.
I don’t think Miette likes being the oldest though. Age hasn’t really slowed her down. She still can climb, rip open food bags, hit Nemo with a mean right hook and remains rather mischievous. Beyond her spine feeling more pronounced, it’s hard to tell if old age is getting to her, Miette has always been underweight.
My hope is that I’ll be continuing to write about her birthday every year of Obama’s second term and then some.