I lost the wise old man of my household when Thomas died early Wednesday afternoon. I can’t be sure of how old he was when he came to live with me in 2011, but he was around 17 years old by the time of his death.
Thomas spent most of his life as a very unfriendly cat who didn’t even trust the man who fed him every day for years. That distrust was a reflection of his feral life on the street before he came to me. But the last nine months of his life were almost miraculous.
Since December 2022, Thomas changed a lot. For the first time in his life, he learned to play normal chase games with another cat. He finally would allow me to pick him up without clawing like a wildcat who thought his life was in danger. He even learned to voluntarily spend time with me — and he even learned to relax and purr when I rubbed him.
All these changes happened because Alex came to live with us in December.

Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy
Reality no longer seems to matter to dysfunctional culture in denial
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Self-disclosure of flaws is how I stop myself from deceiving you
FRIDAY FUNNIES
If you aren’t free to to be a bigot if you choose, you’re not really free
OK, morons, we’ll finally admit it: We really are smarter than you