Owie Cats

Dear readers, I seem to have an owie. I have been quite snuggly, and it has made Her suspect something was wrong, I tried to tell Her I was fine, but She said Coffee is yowing more than usual. This morning, while She was fixing our breakfast, She noticed I was limping. I have to admit, I have a bum leg. She wants to know where it hurts, but I can't quite pin it down. All I know is when I step on that paw, I have an owie. I think I pulled a place in my leg when I was doing my daily chasing yesterday. She looked carefully at my paw and didn't find any sore places. I think She is going to check with LW's oldest sister, because she is very smart about animals. Right now I am quite comfy, and nothing hurts unless I want to walk. She says it sounds like I have what She has, but She says I am too young for that. Tired old bones, She calls it.
She doesn't mind getting old, She says, except that She gets tired. You know, She and I are both um, larger than the other cats and Moms. She says that a sign of getting old is when you can only do one thing in a day, so She always tries to have two things on Her schedule. So far today, She has had Her hair cut, and She has taken care of Her beloved cat (ahem) and still has a couple of things to finish. I saw Her take out one of Her little pies to have for Her dinner, and I think She selected that so that I could share some of the gravy. I'm going back for a few more snuggles, so ah-dyoo for now.