Keep Calm and Carry On

I was dribbling on in a previous entry about how I was getting older and nothing was going to plan.

Well, I'll tell you something that makes me feel old, not just older.

My cat Sooty, (who, surprisingly enough is a black cat. Don't look at me like that - we have no originality when it comes to pet names) once the most regal black cat in the known universe, has developed white hair.

But not in a distinguished elder statesman kind of way. Oh no, nothing that dignified. Instead, he has developed white dots. All over. He's got a particularly silly looking one on his right cheek.

It's like someone has flicked him with bleach.

Poor little bastard.

It's bad enough being stuck with a moniker like Sooty. If I'm not mistaken, it won't be long until my father starts to call him Spotty...

Now I've forgotten the point of this entry.

Oh yeah - feeling old. The fact that my cat is visibly aging reminds me how long I've had him. That was the rather tenous link. Don't laugh - I've made worse.