Little ball of fur.

She's going to live forever, you know. At least that what she's demonstrating. She's almost 18 years old, which is ancient in cat years. 

But she still clambers her way into bed with me at night to snuggle under the covers. Even though she can't see properly. Or hear much of anything. She still manages to hop up on the couch to snuggle with whomever finds the time to settle in for a few minutes. 

She is even demonstrating the ability to accept new things. Like the dog that we've had in our home for 4 1/2 years. They have occupied the same space, touching each other, for two or three nights in a row now. This is new and exciting and the enormity of it has not escaped the humans in this house for even one second.

In this season of thankfulness, I am thankful for the deep, rich, complicated relationship that we have had with our beautiful feline companion for the last 17 years. I am sending a big, loud "THANK YOU!!!" to the Universe and Dawn Boeheim for bringing us all together.