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: