You know your cat is fracking old when she’s napping on the couch and after staring at her for a while you begin to realize something… HOLY SHIT! CIA CAT ISN’T BREATHING!!!!
OMG I don’t know cat CPR!!! Is it like regular CPR!?!? AAAHHHHH it doesn’t matter, I don’t know regular CPR!!!
So you run over and start screaming into her face “BREATH CIA CAT, BREATH YOU EVIL BASTARD”, and all the while you’re thinking of the good times… okay, ya you got nothing… but still, you find your eyes misting and you start clinging to her, rocking as you whisper her name in her ear… her twitching ear.
Me: DAMMIT CIA CAT!
CIA Cat: meow
Me: I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!
CIA Cat: meow *yawn*
Me: oh go back to bed you asshole… I love you.
CIA Cat: *snore*
But That's For Another Blog 
Dang it! I don’t even like cats, and I was freakibg out when I read the title! I thought your poor cat died. Don’t scare me like that, lol. Glad CIA cat is still alive and kicking!
that was funny, Mona. Liked the part “you think of the good times….yeah you got nothing” Gave me my daily chuckle.
Ole Tiger was like that….but RC would got give him a whack once in a while and Old Tiger would growl…RC assured us it was necessary …like those heart attack paddles.