Here lies Ted ruining one of my favorite pieces of furniture.
The problem is that Ted thinks he's one of us.
By, "one of us," I mean,
Do we tell him the truth?
Or do we keep up the facade and let him think what he will?
Ted sleeps wherever he likes. I don't let my (human) kids do that.
They have appointed beds in their own rooms.
I don't think he notices.
A couple of weeks ago we noticed his left eye was cloudy. Sure 'nuf he has a mature cataract which requires the attention of a specialist; a vet optometrist, don't you know?! I guess he is more human than I thought 'cause we take our (human) kids to the optometrist annually too.
Ted will not be left out.
We love you Ted!