My little boy is nine years old. That is hard to believe. I can remember the moment I saw him out in yard, pitifully looking for his momma. He has grown into a very handsome and fun companion.
His birthday will be full of all his favorite things. First a bite of fishy flavored canned food, then a romp on his favorite Goodwill bag, game of string with a bit of cord, a visit to his window to see his kingdom, and a nap in his favorite cozy hut. It's good to be a cat!