Even though I hate to admit it, Luna is getting older. You can’t tell when she’s chasing dust particles or making love to her scratcher, but the lady is getting a little bit slower, and having a bit of trouble jumping recently.
Last night as we closed the house up to go to bed, she was sitting on her counter in the kitchen (yes, she has one counter she is allowed on, away from the stove and food prep area), and must have looked up at The Man in an adoring way, so he carried her up to bed.
Even though she hates the puppy and can sound downright feral if Abby approaches her at the wrong time, she’s still just a snuggle bug at heart.
Restoring Life 