My Neighbor’s Cat Is Older Than My Job

So, my neighbor’s cat just celebrated her 28th birthday. Twenty-eight. That’s not a typo. This feline has outlived three of my relationships, two cars, and most of my houseplants. She’s basically the neighborhood’s unofficial mayor at this point—everyone knows her, and honestly, she probably knows all our secrets. Every morning, she does her slow parade down the sidewalk, ignoring the dogs and collecting head scratches from whoever’s lucky enough to cross her path. Her secret? No one knows. Maybe it’s the daily sunbathing, or the fact that she’s been fed roast chicken since the Clinton administration. Watching her, I can’t help but wonder: if I live half as long and look half as dignified, I’ll call it a win. Here’s to the real queen of the block. Long may she nap. #Pets #Cats #CatLife