Yesterday, April 1st, was Mullet's 20th birthday. And, yes, that is just insane. Mullet was old when she came to live with us. I believe she had just turned 14. Her previous owner, a co-worker of mine, passed away and Tray and I just couldn't stand the thought of a 14 year old cat having to go to the pound. We seriously thought that we'd have her a year or two and she could come live out her days in relative peace. Yep. Six years later and here we are. She's a really sweet cat (to be a torby) and never loses her patience with Penny no matter how many tail-pullings and/or sleeper-holds she sustains. Happy Birthday old girl.
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