Today Maggie is sixteen years old.
Happy birthday, sweetest and most sarcastic of cats. You joined me two weeks after I moved out, and have made my adult life richer and infinitely warmer. You did the same for my husband, and now you love and teach my son, as well. Here’s to plenty more quality years spent together.
Happy belated birthday to my favourite lap-cat!
That’s a really nice picture of her, by the way.
I like it, too. If I could find my box of photos (actually, if I had the time to dig it out from the stacks of boxes downstairs and sort through it) I’d have posted a kitten picture as well.
(That is, of course, the boy’s ear in the lower right corner.)
Funny, I was so focussed on the extremely Maggie-like disdain she’s displaying that I didn’t even notice the small boy in the bottom right.
Good, that was the effect I was hoping for. (Maggie says of course you were looking at her, why would you be looking at the boring rugrat?)
Sweetest of cats…
Tasty on crackers.
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Q: How big is that cello case?
A: About twelve kittens, I’d say…