March 15th 2008 4:07 pm
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Hello everybody! Guess what? Today is my 11th birthday!
I am one happy boy. I am pretty much spending the day just hanging out, relaxing. I got to have my favorite Merrick's California Roll for snack this afternoon -- I suspect that is what I will get for supper, too! We just got a big shipment in yesterday of Pit'r Pats, too -- I know there is some extra kitty candy in store for me today.
I got extra special birthday smooches this morning from little Buster, even though I don't really think he knew it was my birthday. That's fine with me, I take all the extra loving I can get.
I've been with Momma now for more than 10 years. I spent my first 6 months or so as a stray in Maryland, then Momma adopted me thru a PetSmart rescue group in Columbia. I was so happy to find a furrever home that day. I remember staying by myself in the third bedroom (there were other kitties and a DOG! in the house), and my very first toy, Frank the sheepskin mouse. I had never seen anything like him, I played with him a while, then tried to hide him away so I could keep him just for myself.
My first years were dangerous for me, I blocked up with crystals twice! Me and Momma made two very scary trips to the ER. But I have been fine ever since, I was never quite as sick as Tommy was with that stuff. And (knock wood), I have been completely crystal-free and normal for more than 8 years, now.
Some silly stuff about me: even though I am obviously a well-grown kitty man, I still like to nurse on Momma's sleeve at night. Every night I sleep at the head of Momma's bed, too. Sometimes I get pretty goofy after everyone is in bed, and go on the hunt for 'nanners or Ricky Rodent -- and when I catch one of them, I put them in my mouth and run around, singing my head off as loud as I can for a little while... then I go back to bed.
My coat is still luxurious and glossy, I am still Momma's handsome tuxedo! I still love to play with our toys, and catnip is one of my very favorite things. My big yellow eyes are still clear, and I continue to eat like I am starving to death -- I have always eaten like that. As the most senior kitty in the house, it is my most important job to be the alarm clock for our meals and Tommy's medicine! Every day without fail, I will go and grab at Momma, pulling and meowing for snack at 3:30 pm (and I will not stop until we all get to eat); I do the same for our supper at 9 pm. If I see that Tommy is asleep somewhere at 9 pm, I go pop him one to wake him up because I know he needs to take his medicine before we get to eat!
How on earth would Momma ever know what time it is unless I came and told her?
I lived with Momma and The Painter for 3 years in Columbia, MD, spent 6 mos with them in Arizona, and then we all moved here to Texas together. I know that no matter where Momma has to go, I will always be with her, because she promised me that when she adopted me. That she would care for me the rest of my life.
I love Buster very much, I am his "uncle." I take care of him by carefully cleaning him several times a day, which he just loves. I do not, however, like it when he tackles me. I used to be terrified of Tommy, he used to bully me so badly! He likes me now, I know, so I am not afraid of him anymore, but I still don't really trust him. Chumley is a very nice young fellow, too. I know that my dear late brother Lars sent him to us from across the bridge, he even does some of the things that only Lars used to do! He is kind to me and we play and nap together, too. All in all, I am a very happy kitty.
I know my Momma and The Painter love me very, very much, and I intend to stick around for a long time! I am so happy to be celebrating another birthday. Thank you for sharing my birthday with me, my dear Catster friends.
Love and purrs,
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