What Did I Tell You?

16 05 2012

Seriously, did I call it or what?  Here I am with my birthday gift which is, as I predicted, another stupid cat toy.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment.  And I think the color goes well with my fur, don’t you?  Best of all, this little green ball had been steeped overnight in extra catnip to give me a special birthday buzz.  Very thoughtful.  Speaking of thoughtful….

Many thanks to all of you who took the time to wish me a happy birthday.  Your kind words made me purr!





They Say It’s My Birthday

7 05 2012

According to legend, I was (probably)  born sometime in May (probably) in the year 2002.  That will make me 10 years old this year.  Quite the milestone, eh?  At our house, my birthday is always celebrated on Mother’s Day — a nice idea, though a bit sentimental, don’t you think?

If I could be granted one wish for my birthday, it would be that all animals could be free to live their lives, and never go hungry, and never be abused in any way.  And that they could know love.  If only wishing could make it so!

Of course I wouldn’t be a cat if I didn’t also want something for myself.  I was thinking it might be quite nice to have my own garçonnière (like the one below) where I could go to take my naps and think deep thoughts, and mostly get away from Mitski.

 

Most likely, however, I’ll probably just get more stupid cat toys like these:

 

But I also know I’ll be getting lots of love.  And that’s what’s really important.  Who needs a garçonnière, anyway?