I have tolerated cats in my house (I am mildly allergic) and marriage for 28 years (we also have dogs and foster dogs). The last of the cats are a great big tabby named BK that is afraid of the dogs and spends his days in basement and nights roaming the house. He is my cat, but he has a miserable existence and only gets human contact late at night when the dogs are sleeping and one of us is up late. He gets his name (BK stands for Barney Killer) from his disdain for stuffed Barney toys, of which he has destroyed three. Like, shredded purple fur covers the carpet in the basement. Of course, that could be Basement Kitty now.
Our other cat is 17 years old going on wraith. She, Stardust, is the sister of a brother/sister we adopted back in 1997 (yeah, longer than some of you have been alive). Her brother had to be put down last April when he could no longer eat or drink. He was loving to the end. Stardust is a matted mess and hates us grooming her almost as much as she hates to groom herself. This leads to cutting out mats during the spring and her looking terrible and then great once her hair grows back in. I don't know how much longer we'll have her, but she is still loving - oh and she doesn't take any crap from the dogs.
Not sure why I am writing this and that part of me that tells the same stories more than once thinks I may have posted this before. I'll post pictures in a week when I am finally back in Omaha.
