A text this morning from my Mom:
"I have a little Andy story to tell. As sick as he is, he pooooped and potty his bed. He comes up to the head of the bed and hits the bed until he get me awake to fix his bed. He does not like a mussed up bed. He gave a little purrrrr after he got cleaned up."
That's my beloved Andy. He still has a story to tell.
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