I have two buddy cats, Pain & Pest. They are eight years of age. Pain is recovering from surgery to remove his spleen and the cancerous mass surrounding. The cancer might or might not come back. If it does I will not be putting Pain through all that chemo treatment. Anyway Pain is as near recovered as he could be now. Pain is playing chase with his brother Pest. They take turns in being dominant. When they play fight it is like they are trying to kill each other. When they snuggle up to sleep, I cannot tell where one ends and the other one starts. Pain even went outside today with Pest and me. I baby-sit them outside. They have there boundaries outside, but they still get a little sense of freedom. This puts a smile on my face even when I am feeling so down. Sometimes just these little things keep me going.
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