As many of you know, February 14th, St. Valentine's Day, is also my birthday. It is only fitting that the holiday celebrating love would be deemed by the cosmos as the day the earth welcomed my feline presence, considering that I am a master of love in all of its forms. It also appears that I am the master of the run-on sentence. When one is as old as I am, correcting grammar (even one's own) is the right of advanced age. So as I sit here writing to my many fans, I have to again apologize for my absence from the blog. Its been a crazy year, the move to Arizona, numerous months where I just soaked in much needed heat, and then we moved house again. This uprooting business really has to stop and to make matters worse, my friend is gone for ridiculous hours, she is just never home.
But enough of that! Happy Birthday To Me! Happy Birthday toooo meee! Happy Birthday to meee eeee. Happy Birthday to meeee! Yes, this year I am the big 18 in human years! That is 126 in cat years, give or take a year. I am really damn old! But while that may be a fact, I have the agile body of a much younger tomcat and I cruise the counter tops and beat up the dogs (yes there are 2 now...more on that later) on a daily basis. I do sleep more than in past years, but I am 126 years old for goddssake. Myself and the Other Cat have made progress in dealing with the alien buffoon, we all sleep on the bed with my friend. Not how I imagined spending my golden years, but at least I am with my friend, whom I love.
More later,
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