A day to be wild

Guess what? Today is my birthday! Well, at least it’s the day that my mamas designated as my birthday, since my background was a little fuzzy when they adopted me. They knew only the month and year I was born, and chose the 26th because it was our street address at the time — close enough! I’m not going to argue with any cause for celebration, accurate or not!

So far it’s been a typical day, but I’m hoping things will pick up later, when Mama C comes home from work. I’m not expecting anything too extravagant, maybe just a nice pet salad. I love fresh greens! Mama G did sing to me this morning, but I found myself wishing she hadn’t. Let’s just say that singing is not her forte.

You’re probably wondering exactly how old I am. I’m 10. Now most humans seem obsessed with converting animal years into “people years,” but of course that’s all irrelevant to me. But if you must know, that means I’d be about 56 if I were human. Thank goodness I’m not!

Maybe I sleep a little more than I used to, and my appetite isn’t what it once was, but I still feel pretty spry. So bring on the pet salad and treats, and let’s get this party started!