Cats
At lunch I had to stop at the vet to get the special food our diabetic cat eats. At the vet they had a crate with a bunch of kittens in it. They were very cute as the played in the cage, hopped around and climbed the sides of the crate like a monkey. Then I remembered how our cats were once little cute things and how they have mutated to their present state. Spook is now a big fat ass with chronic, disgusting dandruff and does very little but sleep and spit up hairballs. Buttons is even more of a mess. She once was very heavy but her diabetes has thinned her out to the point where she feels light as a feather. Another by product of the disease is chronic gum disease that results in her teeth literally rotting in her mouth, emitting odors that make you think she is coming at you ass first. This weekend I noticed that one of her front fangs is now sticking out perpendicular, evidently it fell over. Most of the time Buttons has a look on her face like she got whacked by a 2×4. Surely a result of the multiple seizures she has endured. However she plods on, still able to carry on her basic cat duties. As cute as those kittens were, nothing will be able to convince me to get another one after my recent experiences with the latter stages of feline existence. 3 of our 5 pets could drop dead tomorrow and I would not grieve for more than a few minutes.