Friday, August 17, 2012

Happy Birthday, Albert

When you're seventeen and gettin' a bit slow, more than a bit deaf, and sometimes it's hard to decide which side of the door you want to be on,  it's nice to know the porch is there for sleeping on good summer days--and it's even nicer when someone remembers to put out the Kitty CopeSacks with enough catnip to
please even the fussy ones.  Makes a great pillow, too.


  1. Awwwwww! Hippo Birdies, Kitty! and many more.

  2. oh, boud, I have that Hippo Birdies mug, it's my fave.

    and I conveyed your message to the Birthday cat. We are both most appreciative.

  3. it's been a few years now since he hit that rainbow bridge, and I still miss him. anyone that's been part of the family for 19 years has to leave a small permanent space...