Simba has been limping lately when she gets up; arthritis is kicking in. It's hard to believe she'll be nine in April.
Ursa, her little buddy shown in the background here, will be nine in December. They still act like pups though, romping through the snow is their favorite pasttime. I love the snowbeards they had today.
I am tired. Mom hasn't been sleeping well, and thus I haven't either. She gets up two or three times a night. It can take a half hour to an hour to get her back into bed, and then my bed gets all cold. I shiver for a half hour until the bed gets warm again, and then Mom is up again. Argh! My sister says I need an electric blanket. Might just have to look into that. My greatest fear is that one night I'll be so tired I won't hear her get up, and that will be the night she manages to hurt herself somehow.