It’s time to party like it’s 2013, ya’ll.
Happy birthday to Toga! Who, as you are reading this, is most likely celebrating with a long day of naps. In different positions, in every room of the house, but always somehow still in the same spots. (Like on the stair railing, at the foot of the bed, in the downstairs corner, or on the couch by the window.) He’ll also get a birthday boy treat, like tuna or wet food – but only a little cause my idea of fun on someone else’s birthday is not cleaning up puke. Especially when booze isn’t a factor.
Maybe he’ll whine and meow at my feet until I pet him, hold him, or talk to him in varying intervals until his attention needs are met. (He’s very finicky about what should be done, and when … kind of like his owner.) Or he’ll crawl up on my and purr away until his heavy eyes can’t be bothered to stay open any longer. Maybe he’ll run like a wild heathen at night. He might bat around an ice cube, or gnaw on his crinkling bird at 2 am, or tap at the blinds until I leave at least one open per floor. Because not only does he like to creep, he likes to creep on multiple levels.
It’s his big day, and the possibilities are endless – so long as they are a combination of the above.
Happy birthday Toga! Here’s to three years of invasive feline behavior, and plenty more to come.