Thank you, grandpa.
When terrific daughter Elisabeth and fantastic fiance George take a well-deserved winter vacation, I gladly volunteer for cat duty.
They have an automated feeder, so that pretty much relegates me to going over a couple times a day to make sure her water dishes are full and empty the litter box. But my favorite tasks are to scratch ears, roll a ball, push the button on the toy that whirls around a fake butterfly …
And talk to Ava about life in general.
The cherished rescue cat and I get each other.
Mark Bialczak 
Cat-sitting has its rewards, Mark…and I bet she’s a real good listener as well.
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She never told me to shut my trap once, Bruce!
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I had to give my last cat to my grandkids because she kept jumping under my feet every time I went in or out of the room. After the 3rd fall I decided not to go for 4 and since the grands wanted her I let them take her. So my cat became my grandcat and I had visiting rights. She ruled that home until her death a few years ago. She was also a rescue cat, loving but always springing out while I was going through that door. You’re a good man, bro Mark!
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I’m glad to hear your grands took over the cat for you, Sis Angie! RIP that sweetie.
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you clearly have a good bond with your grand cat, and there is so much wisdom to be gained from animals, glad you two are having a chance to chat
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I’m very pleased Ava took to me being the vacation caretaker, Beth!
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