Keely Cat had a birthday yesterday.
My wife says he is now 71 in human years.
Not as old as I am, but catching up.
On past birthdays, Keely has been thrown parties.
But not this year.
He prefers to lounge around.
But at night the real Keely emerges.
He will run across our bedroom chasing some animal outside.
A couple of days ago he leaped up to the narrow window sill behind our bed.
That’s about five feet off the floor.
The Mitten is in good shape for his age.
I think he’s listening to Guns ‘n Roses.