I am 7 months old today and I am officially taller than my big brother. Survived my first polar vortex and was forced to quickly adapt to wearing booties and a jacket. My Mom has not been able to make any progress on improving my over greeting tendencies and jumping up on people. Sadly I am still experiencing some fall-out from my New Year’s Eve fireworks fright. I have some noise sensitivity now and anything that reminds me of that night gets me worried and anxious. I only gained 3 lbs this month but I grew 2 inches
Life In The Dog House 
Lucky you, Bond. I’m just back my holidays and gained 7 lbs! And at 65 years old I look to be leaving it late to gain any inches at all on my meagre 5′ 4″ height!
(Sorry to hear about the fireworks fright. Terrible things. But cats – certainly mine – seem to enjoy them. Hopefully you’ll not be so stressed next year. )
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