Love comes in small, furry packages

I spent the morning in the vet's office. My little Max has been howling (in pain) and having a hard time getting around. Turns out he has arthritis in his spine. He's on some new meds that will need to be frequently monitored but hopefully they will make him comfortable.
I also learned that my 8 year old kitty may be closer to 12 years of age. I adopted him from the Humane Society so we really had no idea how old he was. Little Max had a difficult life before I met him and has had several health problems throughout the years, including surgery for hip displasia a while back. I hope that this new medicine does the trick and allows him to live pain-free. He's my baby - such a sweetheart!

Also - I finished another felted thing-a-ma-jig.
My version of Cestino.