It’s not really a ghost…….it’s me!!! I’m five years old today. That’s one paw! I am so excited to be celebrating my birthday with everyone. Mom hasn’t brought out the presents yet, but I know she will. She told me I still have to try to be good today. Why do I have to be good on my birthday? Oh well, I guess I’ll try.
Have a great Christmas Eve everyone!!!
Humming softy……..happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday handsome Hemingway, happy birthday to me.
Good grief!!!
Mom, am I the best Christmas present you’ve ever tried to wrap?
Hemingway, you won’t even fit under the tree!!
It wasn’t me!
Mom has proof this time.
See….there’s the hole in the new bag of food and I didn’t put it there.
I don’t see the hole, Mom.
I’m sure you bought it that way at the store. You better go get your money back from the store person.
Then there’s the problem with Christmas presents and again, we have proof!
If you look very carefully by his paw, you’ll notice scratch marks. Mom thought he was just posing but he was trying to open the package!
You’re no angel either, Hemingway!!!
I can’t believe it. Today is my big day. I’ve waited a whole year to be three and now I am! I’m as old as Hemingway is now. I’m a big boy!
Three years ago today I was born. I don’t remember my fur mom and I don’t remember where I was born. I do remember being at this special place with other little kitties and puppies. I was scared. I was also curious and wanted to know what was going to happen next. On a stormy night, my human Mom came with a friend to meet me. I was a little orange ball of fur and I was all over the place and wouldn’t let her hold me. (That should have given Mom a clue about me and my independence.) I was so lucky that night ‘cuz she adopted me and brought me home. At first I was scared of that big black and white fur person in the house, but I eventually got used to him and I tolerate him as long as he doesn’t try to eat my food.
This is a picture of me when I was little. My tail was long even then!
Here’s another picture of me kitten posing. Mom said she really liked my pretty eyes.
Mom took this picture today with her flashy box. I’m taking a nap ‘cuz I need to be ready to party tonight! I hope Hemingway doesn’t try to eat all my special treats!
I hope all of you have a super special sunny day on my birthday! Feel free to send me treats and toys…..or at least some greetings. hehehehehehe
Mommmmm…………….look what Shakespeare did to the blog today. Do I really have to wish him a happy birthday?
Mom had a wonderful party for me. Yesterday was my birthday so now I’m three years and one day old. I shared my special day with Shakespeare ‘cuz we were also celebrating Christmas.
Santa Paws left us so many wonderful things. We got toys and treats and mice and treats and catnip and treats and……
We get the idea, Shakespeare. Anyway, Mom said we didn’t have to write much today ‘cuz the pictures would say everything. We hope you enjoy them.
Mom……..do we get to have a New Year’s Eve party?
Do we get to stay up late and eat treats at midnight?
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:
We have the BEST mom in the world!!!
We got a present from her.
We each got a present so we don’t have to share!
She said it was an early Christmas present and we could open it right away.
How many other kitties get early Christmas presents that they can actually open???
We’re so lucky!
Here Mom…..let me help you put this together. By the way, just what is it?
You work on all those other pieces, Hemingway. I’ll just take this long piece over here. Wait a minute!!! I smell catnip on this. Oh boy!!!!
Wow!!!! You got us new beds! Look how nice they are. We fit on them and they’re different so we can each choose our favorite.
Mom…….I LOVE my bed!!! It smells like catnip. It shows off my pretty orange fur. You did a good job shopping!
Mom….thank you so much! I love all these colorful paw prints on my bed. They really look good against my black fur. Know what? I noticed that my tail must be longer than Shakespeare’s ‘cuz it doesn’t fit on the bed. Giggle
Did Mom tell you where she went this afternoon?
Weren’t you listening? She said she was going to a baby shower.
I must have been sleeping. What’s a baby shower, anyway? Do they just all get together to watch a dirty baby get a shower? Hey….maybe they did it because it rained today. They could just take the baby outside in the rain shower. Still, I don’t think that would be much fun.
Shakespeare, you’ve got to learn to pay attention. Mom went to a party for our former and current doctor. They’re going to have a baby.
Hey….that’s the doctor man who actually held me and then clipped my nails. I sure told him what I thought about that! I don’t remember the doctor lady. I must have seen her when I was really little.
Yes, you were very young and just as much of a problem!
Our two doctors are going to have a baby? Are they going to have a baby kitten?
Do I have to teach you EVERYTHING???? They’re going to have a baby human. They even told everyone that it’s going to be a little boy.
So who had a shower? Did Mom get wet?
Goofball, when they say it’s a baby shower they mean they are having a party and giving gifts to the mommy-to-be. Don’t you remember how we helped Mom wrap those gifts?
I do vaguely remember helping her with the bag and the crinkly paper.
Here’s a picture of the doctor lady opening one of our gifts and look how happy she is with the little hangers. I wonder if we left any of our fur on the paper or in the bag. I hope Mom let her know those gifts were from us, too.
We did a good job with the gifts, didn’t we? I still don’t understand why they called it a shower. It doesn’t look like anyone got wet.
Shakespeare, take that catnip out of your ears and listen. It was a party with gifts.
You said it was a shower!
I’m going to go take a nap.
We have to apologize for being quiet for so long.
We took “Wordless Wednesday” to the extreme!
Mom has been busy and she’s been coming home from work very tired.
Besides that, it’s a bazillion degrees outside and we’ve been too hot to think about words. We’ve also been busy reminding Mom to keep watering our catnip outside.
We get thirsty when we go outside for a little bit so we can’t begin to imagine how thirsty the catnip must be ‘cuz it has to actually live outside.
Anyway, we were super anxious for Mom to get home tonight ‘cuz we heard the mail person leave a box at the door. We figured it was either for us or for Mom and we wanted to know what it was!
As soon as Mom got in the door we told her to go check the package.
This is what she found inside:
These are gifts from Mom’s dear friend, Deanna, who lives far away in Florida. We sometimes talk to her dog and her Mom’s kitty so we consider all of them family.
Mom said that Deanna used to work at the Loveland Center (www.lovelandcenter.org) and these two mosaics were made by Tina Thompson. We think she did an excellent job and we’re very proud to have some of her art work. (We know these actually belong to Mom ‘cuz they are her birthday presents, but she always shares with us.)
Shakespeare was too busy looking for food to really stop and enjoy these new gifts, but I sure love them. I really love the one of me. Just look at those cute white feet. It’s me. It’s really me!!!
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