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The Chronicles of Tiggy Biggy

Being old stinks

Being an old cat stinks. Now that I am in my golden years, I have to take it slowly. I can no longer jump, partly because I'm old and partly because I'm fat. Everyone has to make sure that they do not lock me in the kitchen because I can't jump the baby gate. Someone accidentally locked in there a few weeks ago. I had to go potty and did it on someone's shoes. Although they were mad that the shoes were stinky, no one got mad at me since they knew I couldn't get out. The only good thing about not being able to jump is that I get to go outside more. When the dogs go out into the yard, I get to go too since I can't jump the fence and get into the road.
I have a hard time moving around. After a long nap, it takes me a few seconds to be able to get up and move around. I also can't climb the stairs well which means that I can't go sleep in my girls' rooms anymore, but they keep their doors closed nowadays anyway.
Everyone is getting worried about me. They don't want me to get hurt or immobile, but I am happy right now, and as long as I'm happy they are going to keep me around. But right now, being old stinks.