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Sweet Sixteen

Today is my birthday! I am 16 today. Sweet! Well, Mom is not really sure how old I am or when my birthday really is, so today is my assigned day. When Mom got me from the library they were not sure how old I was. Some said I was three, some said four or five. Mom knows I was not kitten-like when she brought me to live here. I never really liked to play, except to chase the laser light and to have my catnip fix. I have always loved to just sit and snuggle, get brushed and have treats. I love the simple things.

We are grateful that I am still here to have another birthday. We enjoy and appreciate each day. I still love my brushes and quiet time with Mom. I can go through a bag of treats in less than a weeks time. Doc says it is okay, really!

Thank you for all your purrs and well wishes and love through the year, I know they partly the reason I am still around...the miracle and power of the paw is a beautiful thing.

Thank you for my birthday presents. I see that there is a lovely cake from Sleeper and Samhain and Fearless and the Ferals and I am sure Owl played a part in that too. Thank you! Please have some cake, it is delicious!

I am also glad to see that my brother Rusty is home. He didn't come up to see me yet, but I cam down the steps part way and meowed a greeting to him when he came home. He looked my way and winked. He is a pretty good little brother!

Love, Mrs M

Who Needs An Alarm Clock?

Yes...Who needs an alarm clock when you have a cat. Might as well throw them away in this house! Even though it was Sunday, there was to be no sleeping in. Even though last night Mom went out to hear a local band and got in way past bedtime. Even though I went to bed at the same time she did I still was awake at my usual time. And when no one came to let me out for my morning stroll down the hall and to bring my breakfast, I got a little loud. First one test meow, no answer. A little louder with two meows, still no answer. I got a drink and went and stood by my door and let out a roar that my lion ancestors would have been proud of! That did it! Mom came stumbling down the hallway and we got on with our day. Coffee was put on, breakfast served and life as usual. For what it is worth, I did let her catch a nap this afternoon! Do you guys wake your families up?

Paw Prints in the Moonlight

That was title of the book Mom just finished reading. It takes places in rural England and stars a smart little cat named Toby Jug. The book chronicles his first year after his dramatic rescue when he was only 3 weeks old. He was quite an adventersome young kit, very handsome and personable too. He forms an incrdeible bond with his human, Denis and together they take strolls, go on a camping trip and other small forays too. Toby Jug is smart, brave, and very endearing.

Of course, the story ends on a sad note, but most of our stories do too. But as in our lives, that shouldn't be the part that sticks with you. It is the life in-between that should be remembered. Well-lived and Well-loved.

From an old lady who lives and loves well....
Hugs and purrs,
Mrs M