Who could not love this sweet old face? It is only occasionally that I realize how old my sweet boy is. I take a picture and then it hits me. All the white hair and the opaque eyes. Not to mention all the naps. He is still a fine specimen, my handsome old boy.
Martha, the boy cat enjoys napping all day, then inciting a riot in the wee hours of the morning. The diet would appear to be in vain. He has learned to hunt and is supplementing his meager portion of cat chow. He is a very handsome specimen, too. Just overlook the fat belly.
He Who is my real Valentine presented me with a heart shaped cake, piled high with whipped icing and chocolate covered strawberries. He won my heart.