Hi cats. It’s my birthday. OK, it was my birthday yesterday. However, I wasn’t able to get to the computer in time to type about it. So, I will refer to my journal and tell you what happened.
My birthday began when my Mom sang “Happy Birthday” to me just as the day they call “December 3rd” began. Then she told me that I was a “big girl” because I was two years old. I liked that. After she woke up later that morning, she gave me some new toys. I liked them, even though they were the balls that I already have at least thirty of. Best of all, she gave me a delicious salmon dinner!
As you can see, I loved that. But then, she discovered that she was running out of everything. So, instead of staying home to give me love and attention I deserved, she went out and shopped which left me home alone. I was not happy! I told Trixie about what was going on, and she said, “Wait, Grace. Your birthday isn’t over yet. Maybe she’ll surprise you!” Well, that’s exactly what she did. After her Walmart trip, Mom walked into the house with a big smile on her face. Then she said, “Grace, you’re going to love this!” I was so excited. I figured that maybe my surprise was a great big salmon dinner that I could eat for days. So, I jumped up on the refrigerator to meet Mom. While I did that, she pulled out my “present” and accidentally twapped me on the head with it. That made me fall off of the refrigerator onto the bookcase. Then she said, “Grace, this is your beautiful new pet bed.” This is what it looked like:
As you can see, it’s a huge thing that had just hit me in the head. So, I glared at her and my “gift”. I think that she knew that I was angry because she apologized. However, that didn’t stop her from putting that miserable thing into our bed. Even worse, she told me that I’d love sleeping in it. I thought, If you think I’m sleeping in that thing, you’re wrong. That monstrosity is a danger to both myself and others! Then, as you can see, I turned my back on my new “gift”. That didn’t stop her, though. She kept trying to get me to like it. Finally, she gave up and went out to meet her friends leaving me home alone—again. So, I gave up on my birthday, and went to sleep.
Finally, she came back. I figured that she’d try to get me to go into that thing she called a “pet bed” again. Thankfully, that’s not what happened. Instead, she told me she was sorry that she ignored me. Then she said it was OK if I didn’t like my gift. Next, after giving me a nice snuggie, she gave me more salmon. After that, we played together until she got tired. Last, she told me something that made me very happy. She said, “Grace, I have decided that I’m not going to even try to get another cat. So, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” I was so happy to hear that that I pretended that I didn’t hear her mumble, “One of you is enough! That pet bed cost me twenty dollars and I can’t take it back,” under her breath. So, I was nice to her, and finished my birthday by snuggling at her feet on the couch. That felt good, and I was glad that my birthday ended well. I just hope that she never decides to surprise me with a strange gift again!