I take a humorous approach to life, particularly aging. That’s not to say I don’t have fears and worries. Many of them. But irreverence keeps them manageable.
Within the past several years, I became a cat owner…again. I had one cat in the 70s, a cat named Oliver that my daughter later dubbed, “the worst cat ever.” To be fair, she’s owned at least 6 cats, so I guess she knows whereof she speaks. Or something like that.
My blog from time to time becomes a cat blog, written by my cat, of course. Maybe I’ll spin that off into its own blog, with my cat’s permission. Whichever type of post you’re reading now, enjoy! And comment, please.