Yesterday was The Fuzz’s Birthday (Observed). 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. So his birthday is sometime in June, and we decided to celebrate it yesterday. I cooked two of his favorite foods, shrimp and sweet corn (yes, I know that’s bizarre), and gave him a plateful. (Just a little bit of the corn, since cats are really not supposed to eat the stuff. 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. (A gross oversight on our part.) 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. 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? 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! Off to pack the garage.