And we've not gone once. We could have gone last year, but we just never did.
Next week is Brian's birthday and a friend and her family will be at the Disneyland Resort for a vacation and we'd love to meet up with them. We'd love to spend a day at Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure.
But we can't. Why not?
Because of this little lady.
She's over twenty-two years old, I figure she was born in October of 1993. This is Lisa Violet's older sister, she was probably six months old when Lisa was born. She was one of my mother's cats. Mom always called her a pain in the ass. But she's still plugging along. She's deaf (although sometimes it seems like she can hear a little bit) and pretty arthritic. She has a little feeding station in my bathroom, with dry food and fresh water. And that's where she gets her soft food, because we can close the door so she can eat in peace. When she's done, she lets us know by screaming at the top of her lungs. Because, maybe we can't hear her or something. This happens many times a day and a couple of times during the night.
Brian made two sets of foam stairs for her, one on his side of the bed that curves along his dresser and up to the chair next to the bed, and the other is in the family room, along the front of the loveseat so she can more easily access the furniture.
We don't like to be away from her for longer than three or four hours at a time, which is why we won't go to Disneyland.
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