It’s my birthday.  It’s my birthday.  I’m three years old now.  I’m a big kitty.  I’m a happy kitty.  I’m a gorgeous kitty.  Where are my gifts????   It’s a sad day in the land of Hemingway if I don’t get anything.   Look what I got last year……

So where’s the loot today???  I don’t see any pile of presents.  I promise I’ve been a good boy most of the year.  I should at least have some Christmas presents.  Where is everything???

There’s nothing in this box except me.  What makes matters worse is that there’s a big orange thing on top of the box.

hehehehehehehe……..Hemingway doesn’t know it but Mom hid the presents.  I confess.  I was trying to open them.  I just love to open boxes and bags.  I’m going to let Hemingway stew a little longer.

Mom here…….don’t worry.  Hemingway will be celebrating his birthday tonight and both boys will be celebrating Christmas.  They have gifts but it’s true that I had to hide them from Shakespeare.  I can’t believe my “little boy” is three.  It seems like only yesterday he looked like this: