January is almost over and now I'm a bit older, but I don't feel that way. I'm a bit saddened that most of my birthday greetings were from advertizers and doctors. Then again, I didn't make a lot of noise or ask for gifts so I should not have expected much.

I have adopted a second cat. The shelter called him wobbles because he got CH (Cerebral Hypoplasia) in the womb. This means his brain didn't developed properly and his back legs spread out and he has no feeling in his tail. I've renamed him Smidgin because he is tiny (maybe from the CH) He is always underfoot and sleeps by my side. (I worry I'll roll over on him) Danny tolerates him though he got som nasty scratches from getting swatted. When I'm on the computer Smidgie taps on my butt for attention but he hasn't learned to keep his claws retracted and I get stuck. Either he wants the red dot or will bring his toy over to play fetch.