Day 115: She's an old girl, my Skunk, named for the irregular streak of white along her spine. She is not so old in years as in her health which took a decided downturn two years ago following an illness. Her walk is arthritic, although on her good days, the kitten within comes forth to romp; she's deaf and thin and often cranky as befits her lot in life. She loves the warmth of sunlight or the fire, and sleeps contentedly on the cushion of a blanket or a lap. She is mistress of this house, her moods respected by her human and her companion Tip, that boisterous, irrepressible Boy who helps her keep a toe in the door of Youth.
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