Burfday...and moving

We celebrated my "burfday" this weekend. I'm three years old. That's a lot of years for a little kitty!

We had fun, with toys and treats, and it was really nice to have dad here all weekend. He started a new job recently, and it's far away, so we don't see each other a lot during the week. Fortunately, I have a really great pet sitter who gives me lots of love and attention and I like snuggle up on her chest and purr. But it is great to have dad home - even though he's been feeling a bit badly. I do my best with purrs and snuggles, though it's been a little hard for me, too. All sorts of things being moved around, new smells, new obstacles...it was a bit distressing, actually, but I'm doing my best. After all, it's my "burfday".

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