Preparing to move makes you realize how old you’ve gotten. Sorry to drop a truth straight on you like that at 7AM, but there it is. It was a hell of a lot easier when we were 24 and had nothing. Yeah yeah yeah, relocation, movers doing all the hard work, blah blah blah. Selling a home and moving is stressful. I want a cute freaking kitten to help this morning, so you all get a throwback picture!
Rewind to the moning after we brought Nutterbutter home. He had come to us covered in fleas, and a well-meaning lady had covered him in sevendust in an effort to help the little feral. He got an immediate bath (for the fleas but more for the pesticide) and snuggled on Mom for a few hours, then spent the night quarantined so the other cats could get used to the new interloper.
This happened when I came in to check on him that morning.
He grew into a magnificent ball of fluff, and here we are 14+ years later. You might have noticed him splashed across Mom’s legs in yesterday’s pic. He’s turned into a delightfully salty old bastard, and I couldn’t be prouder.