<Crawls in, axe between teeth, hoping for a volunteer to chop her tired old feet off> Helluva lot of lid banging again! Must be the reason for my recent headaches. Hi biddies... Turning 96 is no child's game, I'm tired and I ache in strange places (!) ...but I've had so much fun, seeing my sisters (two out of three) and friends - and seeing them all together... that's a strange one. People you've known forever but who haven't met each other before. There were eleven of us at Lo Scudetto, the Italian restaurant, and I so enjoyed it.
After we left the restaurant we went looking for a bar. We passed by three people and a golden retriever on a corner; the dog was stubbornly planted on the pavement with a glove in his mouth - he had just taken it from a man who only wanted to say hello to the dog and pat him a bit, but off went the glove. This golden had a glove fetish, we heard the owner explain as we walked past. Five minutes later as we were walking back the same way (didn't find that bar) the dog was still sitting in exactly the same position, glove in mouth and paws sorta glued to the pavement as if to say No. Forget it. I ain't letting go. One of my sisters had seen the little party of people lifting the dog by its hind legs earlier on and as we walked by the second time a man was standing over-and-behind him trying to wring the glove loose, but the dog just sat there, completely unaggressive, staring in front of him, a lesson in civil disobedience. We'll never forget him!
I'll tell you more by and by. After jno sings to me in Swedish.
Neti you've got your worrying cut out for you, sister and Charlie. Seeing the vet seems like a good idea. Some old age ailments can be relieved by prescription diet. Vets in Sweden sell Hill's prescription cat food - but of course you need a diagnosis first. He's one cool dude, judging from that photo.