Yesterday was The Fuzz’s Birthday (Observed). Â We don’t know exactly when he was born, since he was a semi-stray, but when I got him in December 1991, the doctor was pretty confident that he was six months old. Â So his birthday is sometime in June, and we decided to celebrate it yesterday. Â I cooked two of his favorite foods, shrimp and sweet corn (yes, I know that’s bizarre), and gave him a plateful. Â (Just a little bit of the corn, since cats are really not supposed to eat the stuff. Â But plenty of shrimp!)
Here’s a photo of the birthday boy:
His leg is still shaved from his veterinary ICU trip; it’ll grow back eventually.
Anyway, it’s quite an accomplishment for a cat to reach “drinking age”, and we’d have offered him champagne if we’d had any in the house. Â (A gross oversight on our part.) Â As it was, we toasted our beloved Fuzz, stuffed him full of his favorite foods, and told him (again) how much we loved him.
The frantic packing continues. Â I’ve packed several more boxes in the kitchen and am tackling the garage this morning.
And the zucchini’s continuing quest to own the world? Â It continues:
The leaves keep looking a little smaller in every photo because I keep having to step back to capture the entire plant.
And this is what it looked like just 12 days earlier:
Enough pottering with plants and photos! Â Off to pack the garage.