RIP Isis

One bit of sad news I must report. Last Thursday, we had to put my oldest cat, Isis, to sleep. She was 15. The vet said she had a brain tumor, after I took her in because her pupils weren't the same size.

I miss Her Royal Brattiness, but she hadn't really been her bratty self for a while. She hadn't even tried to run out the door for weeks, and she'd had problems getting onto her favorite sleeping spots.

It was a really hard decision, especially because of the suddenness, but it was the best thing to do for her.