Today is the fourth anniversary of my adoption of Matt as my owner, which I transacted at the Center For Animal Health And Welfare (formerly known as SPCA of Northampton County) in short order after I wooed him mercilessly by showing him the attention which he so lacked.
Four years with Matt means four years living in a semi truck. That means close quarter living conditions in all kinds of weather with the occasional trip home where my crow's nest awaits my passionate clawing. Things are still up in the air as far as how much longer we will live together. But it's been that way for a while now. Matt's employer forced him to trade the old truck in sooner than expected. And of course we were put in a crappy old truck (though not as old as the previous had become) because of little ol' me. This one has only 384,000 miles on it, so is probably good for another year at least. We can idle the truck in most places when it gets too cold or too hot at least until April or May of 2010. Then we have to do it carefully. By next Winter, though, I am no longer a truck rider, and I will be out with or without Matt. We can survive a summer with little or no idling, but not a winter. Read previous posts about the anti-idling laws stupid humans passed so far. By next Winter I will be 8 and one half years old.
I've gotten thinner and probably won't live a full cat-life due to my annoying food allergy, for which I take Prednisone. Perhaps I shall dwell on this earth only 2 or 3 more years tops. So I am taking pictures with Matt's iPhone camera (does not require thumbs to use!) and getting the most out of life by severely damaging my toys. No one knows what the future holds, but I thought I would at least bring everyone up to date on the present. Have a great life...all 9 of them.
