My First Birthday
Things are starting to get surreal around here. Lately, Binga has been dashing around and leaping in the bathtub (only when there’s no water in it, of course). She does this every night, jumping in and rolling around like a maniac. She thinks this is fun and insisted that I try it. Honestly, I don’t see the appeal.






Then Boodie spent about three days with this big bandage on her back foot—apparently she broke one of her toenails. It’s too bad we don’t have any video of her walking—she’d take a step, shake her back foot, take another step and do it again. Her walk made her look like this guy, Charlie Chaplin, who my human has watched on TV on a show called Silent Sundays. It’s on Turner Classic Movies and she’s always talking about it. This Charlie Chaplin guy was on once or twice.






The best thing about this month was that I turned a year old—that means no more kitten food! I get the high-end Nutro Gourmet Chunks like the other cats.
Well, my birthday didn’t turn out like I thought it would. First my human made me wear this really stupid ribbon that said, “I am 1.” I felt like an idiot.
Then she pulled out my gift. Obviously it was too small to be a cat tree. I figured it was some new kind of toy, so I started to play with it before realizing that the gift was actually inside. I figured since it was my birthday it had to be something really, really good.






It was a new collar.






What a burn! It wasn’t even a toy! Granted, I’m glad to get that cheap, old collar off (in fact, I’d chewed the end to bits). And the new collar is soft suede with metal hearts, but geez, what an anticlimax.






So I’ve come to the conclusion that birthdays are highly overrated. I may skip mine next year if this is what they’re all like. The really dumb thing is Binga hung out the whole time, and you could tell she wanted a birthday really bad (we don’t even know for sure what day hers is—that’s what happens when you’re a shelter rescue). So my human gave her the bow to make her happy.
Oh Sparkle. I so miss you. Little love.