Cat on a High Teak Shelf

It’s a pain in the ass, living with someone elderly.

They demand things their way. They don’t shut up. They struggle to use the bathroom, necessitating a lot of cleaning. They fight with younger members of the household. They require special food, special pills, special patience. It’s enough to make us, their caretakers, mad as march hares.

I am speaking, of course, of my fifteen-year-old cat, Bandit.