I'm sorry Scrappy. That's a hard call to make.

Finally got back from my folk's place. I've been having mild anxiety the entire time I was away as to whether my cats would be alive when I got home (unfounded) or if they'd pull a hissy on me and note that I'm home, and then snub me for a few days as punishment. Nope, both in the house the second I walked in the door, Nunya with wide eyes and demanding love like never before, and Ply kind of steadfastly demanding bridge toll payments every time I walked past her, so normal there. My goodness, I owe so much backpay in scritchies, it's ridiculous. They also apparently went on a hunger strike while I was gone, as there's so much food left in their dishes. I feel like I need to take one more vacation day to make it up to them.

Went to the gun range with my dad and lil'bro. My dad is a scary shot. Center mass and tight groupings. I mean, he practices with his bow, but we were using a .45, 9 mil, and a 22, the first two have major kickback. The 22 kinda sucked, too small in the hand and the bullets are so small I couldn't see where the heck I hit the target. If I had the money, I think I'd totally love hitting the range as a hobby. Which is weird since I never really loved firing an M-16 for work (but that might have been the bs trappings surrounding it).

I did do the force fed once, because there was a chance of full recovery. not what happened. I would stay away from that option.

Skipping and sadly ignoring ongoing conversations, in order to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Nora Deirdre's birthday.

Happy birthday, Nora! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy birthday, Nora!

He doesn't really want to be petted or picked up--just to be left alone. He is growing incontinent and barely eats. However, he seems comfortable and in no pain. He basically stays in one place all day and dozes.

I am going to say the hard thing. It doesn't sound like he has a really high quality of life right now. And pets hide their pain. Not eating and not wanting any attention or comfort doesn't sound like the cat you've described before to me. I am really sorry. It's very hard.

Happy birthday (or perhaps beerthday?), Nora!

It turns out that roasting peaches with brown sugar, butter, a dash of cinnamon and a sprinkle of vanilla, and then topping them with a dab of salted caramel gelato is possibly the best thing I have ever done.

OMG, that sounds amazing.

Happy birthday, Nora!!

That's a pretty damn good thing for anyone to have done.

Many happy returns, Nora!