Our oldest kitten, Sindar. Actually, Shaun has been together with her longer than he has me. She's a precious old girl.
We recently discovered that she's at least partially blind. She's going to the vet for a check-up soon; we don't know when the vision problem started or what caused it. But she seems otherwise okay, thank goodness. She gets around pretty well; she lives in our bedroom with Adrian (the smallest cat) and Ember (the scaredy cat), so there's not too much commotion. She is still eating, drinking, and using the litter box, so those are all good things. And I work up there every day, so I'm able to keep an eye on her.
I wouldn't have known anything was going on with her, but Shaun saw her run into a wall the other night. After thinking back on it, she definitely makes me step over / around her lately, and when I give her treats she doesn't follow my hand anymore. I always have to "show" them to her nose.
Anyway, I snapped this pic of her napping earlier today. She had precious little huggy paws. It made my heart feel melty. ❤️
