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Fuzzbutt's Blog

I must be old. Or I must be getting old. The Boss has been making a big thing of me turning 900 days all week long. That sounds old, doesn't it? 900? That's a BIG number, nine hundred.



So, I'm 900 today. 900 days. How many days is that in cat years?



I'm old, just old. The Boss sat a fresh can of pilchards in tomato sauce over on my desk, to show he pities me for my old age I am sure... Those are sardines, for people not aware...



... No, it's too far away. I'm tired. I need a nap. Surely old kittycats have rights to more naps than all those crazy kittens.



... Fresh can of pilchards. Way over there. Couldn't The Boss move my bed closer to that? To the desk? Much easier to try and blog from here, though it'd be much nicer to take another nap.



Nine hundred days, umpteen thousand kitty-days I am sure.



Old.



Those pilchards would be wonderful. But they're over there. I'm over here. The Boss really could have set them here, where I can just lean over and eat...



But, they're way over there, on the desk.



I'm just getting to old for that.



Well, I can manage a nap for now, and get over to those fine-smelling fish-bits in a can on my desk.



I really am old, aren't I? Nine hundred days.



Ancient.



Someone called me "The Elder Fuzzbutt" once...



Yep, that's me. Old kitty....



...taking a nap now... Pilchards would have been much nicer set next to my bed.



...Poor old me...



!snoooze!