Well well friends, this week was my birthday. If you’re feeling bad about not sending me packages of peanut-butter-and-liver cupcakes or baskets of kittens, don’t. You have another chance. My actual birthday (adopt-a-versary) is November 11, but my observed birthday is usually on Thanksgiving! So just send me the kittens then.
This year for my birthday I got a super special Fetching Tag just like my brother’s. Boy oh boy was I excited when it came in the mail! I will show it to you next week, but for now I will just tell you this: it has my name and phone number and a special motto all about me. I love it!
In preparation, why don’t we just take a look at the gifts I’ve gotten in previous years, shall we?
My very first year of having a real birthday, you see, I got a brand new mama, dad, and a home. That was a BIG year! And to top it off, I also got a kitten! The people still insist that Illy did not belong to me officially. I’ll let you be the judge, based on the photographic evidences:
The third year, they let me help bake, and gave me whole bunches of frosting to lick clear off the cold metal thingies. That was a sweet year!
The year after that, mama and dad let me sleep in the bed in a hotel. A simple pleasure, sure, but such a rare one. You can see how much I loved it!
Then two years ago, mama and dad got me . . . my first foster sister. Um, thanks mom and dad. No offense, but that was the lamest birthday ever!
Luckily they made up for it last year by giving me my most beautiful Paco Collar. Aren’t I the handsomest?
Happy Chick’s birthday to everybody!