Well, not so much the exact date of my birth. That one I'll keep a secret...part of my mystery. No one will ever know about the part of my life before I crawled up on that stump, deep in the woods, to meow at the little boy and the man riding horses.
I am a deep cat. A very deep cat...with many secrets. But today isn't one of them. Today I'll talk about and talk about and talk about. In fact, that's what I've been doing all day. Talk talk talk talk talk.
The person didn't seem as excited as me that the day was finally here, so at 4:30 am I thought it best to remind her what day it was by licking her eyelids until she woke up. That always works.
It was 8 years ago today that I came to live here. It was a long drive and I told the people about that the whole time. Not so into that part, riding in the car. Nope.
The ride was over and here I was. I had no idea what was going on. So of course I ran immediately to some kind of cupboard and hid for a few hours, from which another of my mysteries began, they call that one "What was that stuff, Karo Syrup?" No one has ever figured out what that was that got all over me, or how. I have watched them several times over the years go through that cupboard (what a racket!) and then talk about it again...they ask the exact same questions, give the exact same answers, then ask me questions and and pet me and stuff. They'll never figure it out.
It's a secret.
There was stuff to play with.
But I could not,
for the life of me,
figure out how
to get comfortable
on this strange
but there was
I quickly learned it all worked much better if there was a person under me.
And that laps can even be shared.
It didn't take long before we all fell in love.
So there you have it. That's what we celebrate today. With warm meals, playing outside, and new things to play with. An entire day that's all about me (well they all are, technically, but this one especially).
So, happy birthday to me.
(Editor's note: Thank you E...we sure do love her. And yes, all these pictures are from March 2000)