Not only am I turning into my parents, my cat is turning into me.

In Jan, my cat Fuzzface, is turning 17. I live alone with him. Together-most days 24 hrs. I walk around talking to myself. He meows to himself. He likes laying on my soft bedsheets-not the rough woven blanket, when I make my bed. So, on days that I make my bed, he's in there meowing away; all irritated. I have to catheterize myself. He used to just watch, now he "goes" in the litter box. My cat is turning into me.
 

Spot on fuzzybuddy! I've often wondered if our fur children become more like us or do we become more like them?
 
Awww, Fuzzface sounds like a good buddy, hope he has a very happy birthday in January, 17 years is a good long time, he must be thriving in such a loving home with you. :love_heart: Funny how you both have fallen into the same routines, that's so cool!
 

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