An Ors is an Ors, of course, of course


It appears that our Giant Kitty, Orson, has kidney disease.

The last time we stuffed him into the crate, his readings were elevated. We hoped it was because he had an infection, but it appears that wasn’t the case.

We lost another cat to a combination of kidney disease and diabetes. That was horrible.

Orson is my current snuggler. He wants to snuggle and snooze. He steals my pillow when he can, and mopes when he can’t.

My life would be easier, so much easier, if I didn’t love things that die so young. Emptier, but easier. And much less linty.

3 thoughts on “An Ors is an Ors, of course, of course”

  1. Thanks, Sarah. I guess I should get used to it. All of our cats are getting up there in years. Still, it’s never easy, is it?

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