Holding hands with the birthday girl

Scooter (a/k/a Teddy P.) is 18 years old today. She is our last Texan. She followed me home from a dog walk when she was a tiny kitty, ran right up the sidewalk, through the front door, up the steps and onto the couch - where she has pretty much been ever since. She has moved with us from Texas to Arizona to Pennsylvania to Texas and back to Pennsylvania. She still loves a long shoe string and throws her weight around (literally and figuratively) at every opportunity. Every night she sleeps on my pillow and holds my hand as I fall asleep.