[Note to future self: this post is about the cat Shado, not the 'real' scaly grey Shado I am writing a novel about.]
This is a day I have been long anticipating with no assurance that I would ever reach it. My Bengal Shado turns 10 years old, and ever since his heart defect was discovered back when he was 3 or so, I could never be sure just how long he would hold up. But thank God we are so blessed, that it hasn't progressed to congestive heart failure or anything else yet, and now Shado has reached the decade mark.
In preparation for the day, I've been trying to get half-decent photos of Shado over the past weeks, and I uploaded a handful for those who are curious here. (Click on a photo to see it larger, then click on 'Original' for full size.).
What a treat to have warm temps show up just in time for his birthday! I got the cat enclosure on the deck hooked up yesterday and he didn't waste any time getting out to check it. Hopefully the new extension I ordered will arrive in the mail next week and I can get it hooked up next weekend, as the way it's currently set up at my new place doesn't provide quite as much sunlight as he was used to getting. Soon...
Have to share the biggest change in the three months since Arun's passing. Prodigal son reenactment every. single. night. Yes, I am the penitent prodigal and he is the loving father, and he throws a big old hollering rolling rubbing purring joyfest every single evening when I get home from work. And from church. And from shopping/movies/taking a walk. He used to only do this if I'd been on vacation a week or longer, but not anymore! (If he starts acting like that after I go to check the mail, then I know my cat has been body-snatched by a dog. ;)
Happy Birthday, Shado! I hope there are more to come!