Today is my birthday. Ten years old! My mistress greeted me with catnip and congratulations, then I was feted with moist food, fresh water, and a little extra "Atkins for kitties." I got extra treats after my meds.
Then the Orange Outrage appeared, and we were doing all right together until HE LAY DOWN IN MY CATNIP! I hissed (lots of hissing practice lately) and retreated to the cool downstairs office where I sulked in the furnace room for a while and then curled up in the cedar closet for a power nap.
So far, an all right birthday. Maybe I will curl up in front of the Red Sox game. Maybe I'll issue an extra vicious hiss. And then again, maybe I'll just chill.
After all, a cats gotta do what a cats gotta do.
Meow to all my readers.