When she was a kitten, Shelby and her brother, Chance, about tore the house apart. Chance was relegated to become a mouser in our barns and Shelby the Queen of the homestead. We lost Chance several years ago, but Shelby lives on.
“Don’t mess with me”
Shelby never was much of a "people" cat, mostly keeping to herself. Her big thing was meowing for us to leave the faucet run just a little so she could bat at the water and spray herself. She also would cry for me to leave the shower door cracked just a bit, for the same reason.
Unbelievably, this summer Shelby started going down hill a bit. Well, that part isn't unbelievable, but what is, is the fact that we decided to let her go outside, thinking the fresh air would do her good. And she has thrived! She stays very close to the house and even hops into my lap when we sit on the porch of an evening - something she has never been known to do.
I hope I look this good when I am a Centenarian!