The Ole Girl decided it was time to go. She was older than the hills and quite tired, afterall. She died today at about one o’clock. She stretched her legs, took a final, deep breath, and then it was over. As I mentioned, she was very old and renal failure was inevitable, so Dan and I had begun to mentally prepare for her death a long while ago. But it sucks.

…okay, Saturday Morning Frights!

This is Salem, and she is older than the hills! Therefore, this is what she does ALL DAY!. She can sleep anywhere, anytime. She also enjoys a good read. A newspaper, magazine, book — she’ll read them all. And how does she do it? Just like all cats, with her butt!