My first birthday. You haven’t seen a lot of me lately because I’ve been busy growing up, so let me fill you in…
I got the one thing I wanted most for my birthday — a new feather for Da Bird. I chewed the old one down to a nubbin and it stopped making that swishy sound that turns even Cole into a relentless predator.
I’d love to show you my incredible gymnastic feats with Da Bird, but Karen can’t operate the camera and spot me at once.
This happens to be a BIG week for Cats Working birthdays, with Adele’s on April 11 and Cole’s on April 15.
It seems since I arrived, Adele has developed a severe case of kitty-perch envy. So for her birthday she got a perch of her own (a few days early). When Karen dragged it in, Adele understood immediately it was for her and claimed possession like a maniac.
But Cole had to butt in and be a buzz-kill. I’ve grown to realize that growing up in the joint left Cole pretty socially dysfunctional. It makes me thankful I got sprung as a kitten.
Cole and I get along OK. In fact, he’s a protective big brother, except when he gets carried away impersonating Mitt Romney and bites my neck.
Adele accepted Cole’s rude intrusion with surprising grace, and even let him test-drive the perch for a while.
So now we all have our own hangouts and things are already feeling a bit calmer around here.
Remember one of my first kitten pictures, when Karen snapped me sacked out in that bed in her office? Well, here’s how I fill it out today.
These days, I usually spend mornings helping Karen out around the office. Adele likes to pay a visit after lunch, so I split to the man cave until dinnertime.
Every house with cats should have beams like ours.
And in the evening after dinner, I like to watch a little tube with Karen. Here I am with Cole’s Teddy, watching a program about Titanic.
That’s about it. I wanted to show you how old I am like a typical little kid, but it won’t work with a paw until I’m a few years older.
PS: Cats Working sends a big “Happy Birthday” to Ariane Bourdain, who turns 5 years old today. Who knew we’d have the same birthday?