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MacGyver turns 17 today. I picked her out of a litter of kittens for my 12th birthday in 1988. I had wanted a tiger striped cat, which there were some in the litter, but when I saw her, I knew I had to have her. So I got my tortise-shell fluffy girl who I had already pre-named MacGyver, since that was my favorite show at the time.

She was diagnoised with the beginnings of kidney failure earlier this summer, but despite my thinking she’s dying on a daily basis, she’s still doing pretty well. She still sleeps with me and takes up 2/3rds of the bed every night. Besides sleeping, she enjoys quality time with my fish during the day.

And now, some more pictures of Mac: These first ones were from December of 1988 when she was still just a bitty kitty.

You can see her tail hadn’t yet gotten fluffy:

I was trying to take cute Christmas-time photos:

Here she is with our late cat, Scamper:

No date on this one, but she’s still young and you can see that her shoe fetish was with her at an early age:

Her tail got fluffy before the rest of her body did:

In her younger days, she was a climber. Here she is all the way up on the woodwork in my mom’s house. The ceiling is at least ten feet tall. We were never exactly sure how she got up there:

And finally, a more recent one from just over a week ago. She’s still fluffy and she still loves her shoes:

So Happy Birthday to my MacGyver. I’m so attached to her and hope we have several more years together.