Saturday, December 31, 2016
We have been on a long downslope with pets. Former supersonic dog Danny is thirteen, a two-time cancer survivor who sleeps more and more of the day. Cat Stitches is twelve, once lean and mean but now pudgy - though still mean. Both have lost a step or three. Enter Cleo, who dashes around the house climbing the drapes and leaping from hiding like her tail is on fire. It is as if we have staged the bearded oldster 2016 giving way to the bouncing baby 2017 with our animal corps, and while it will take more than the stroke of midnight for the torch to pass we are definitely positioning for the handoff. Here's to fifteen more years of clawed upholstery.