Happy birthday/gotcha day to my gorgeous tabby girl. She's had a tough few months: her sister Bass went to the Bridge a couple of months ago and although they never got on, she must have noticed the change. She's been losing weight, probably (hopefully) just a sign of old age. And now she's had to adapt to new boy Bruce moving in, which she's doing really well - she's only tapped him on the head once and that was when he was hogging the grass.
She still manages to make laugh at least once a day, and I love her to bits.