Please Sir, I Want Cake

Or at the very least a peeled mouse.

It’s Oliver’s birthday today, and my mega kitty (he weighs 16lbs) is now six years old.  Who knew he’d ever make it.  Especially given he nearly killed himself within hours of our bringing him home.  That definitely used up at least one life.  Since then he’s pretty much been stationary.  Excelling at his mission in life to be gorgeous.

He’s a whole lot of kitty, and right now is curled up on the couch on a blanket beside Mark digesting his second dinner for the evening.  A treat for his birthday.

If he thinks he’s getting two meals an evening tomorrow, he’s going to be in for a shock.

Happy Birthday Oliver!