A wet and humid first of May, and Tink and Zeugma’s sixth birthday. Thirty-seven in cat years, apparently, which seems like a fine age for them. Lerner and Loewe on the stereo, of course, and of the small plates they got (catnip, a tiny bit of cheese, the rare wet food), Tink immediately inhaled all her catnip and went into the other room and fell down, while Zeugma ate the cheese and then the wet food, did her catnip, then went and ate Tink’s cheese and wet food.
Now We Are Six
Happy birthday to your kitties from mine!!
Are they siblings or is this their adoption birthday?
practically kittens when I met them–in fact, I think they’d just turned 1 and you’d given them a bird feeder…
Indeed! And you and Ricci might be surprised how sociable they are now. Coming east anytime soon?
I thought you were writing an obituary at first. Upon a more careful, second read, I must respond: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!