I could go on and on and on about Frumpy. But truth is, he's my soul cat. When his time finally does come, I'll be an absolute mess. Pets are in our lives for such a short time. But they love us unconditionally. They leave us, too soon, so that we may rescue and love another animal in their place. It's the nature of life. But you only get one soul cat. It breaks my heart I only got to start my love for him when he was 12 in 2020. But it's better late than never. He will always be my baby.

I got Frumpkin when Covid hit in 2020. They decided to close the study he was a part of since they weren't getting any results. I no longer remember what the study was about. But something about a gene he carries can be passed onto a kitten and it might have been a diabetic study? Either way he was a juggalo! So he wasn't neutered until he was 12! I will forever be grateful for my manager because she was 100% the reason I got to take Frumpkin home! His original name was Lazlo. But since he was getting a new lease on life he needed a new name! Our vet is even shocked that Frump is reaching close to 17 now in 2025! He's got a whole two story house to run around in. And a kitten now who keeps him on his toes!

Currently he's got Hyperthyroid, which we treat with meds twice a day. So here's to many more years with him!
Enjoy the photo dump! I had tooooo many to choose from!

I'm rewriting Epona's story. With new information we know why she acted like she did.
We got Epona when she was a year old back in 2021. She was born fully blind. After a trip to the Eye doctor we discovered her left optic nerve was never developed and the right optic nerve only developed about 5%. So there was no sickness to heal and hope she would see again. She was born into a world that was void and dark. 

But, really, she didn't know she was different or that she was supposed to see! About half a year after getting her, maybe a whole year? She had a siezure that affected her brain enough to essentially rewrite her personality. Before that, she was brave, adventurous. She would jump onto areas and figure out her way down. She killed a fly out of the air where Frumpkin was failing to do so. But after she became a shell, scared of her own foot steps.
But then a year later, she was improving. She was exploring. Repetition became her best friend. Her safe spot was our closet, then the hallway.
Then at the end of 2024, something increadible happened. She started to jump onto the bed and decided sleeping tucked up into my hip was the best place to sleep. She started joining me every single night. She would purr. She would play with strings. She started coming into the loft and jumping up into his lap and *demand* to sit in Scott's face. By June of 2025, she was coming down into the kitchen to see us! By herself! She started coming down and explore.
It's never enough time. She was such a good soul. I know she knew we loved her.