A Feline’s View on Birthdays

Missther . . .

It was brought to my attention that you’re now 96.  Or is it 6?  Or 36?

No matter.  We felines only count until 9.  Nothing to laugh about.

At 1 I scaled the highest tree in the city.  And fell.  But I lived to tell the tale.

At 2 I travelled to exotic Africa and mysterious China.  Well, what if I was a stow-away?

At 3 I fancied a cavalier, but he broke my heart.  Good for me I still have 6 lives left.

At 4 my dear, let me say that life will have its grand, momentous poses but these lasts a wee bit longer than a wink.

At 5 you may think the weight of obscurity stretch for eons, but in reality, it’s only a spell.

At 6, well, I’m still living it and loving it.

Remember Missther that life is meant to be lived and not observed.   No matter what your age, whether 96 or 36, there is always more to life to be learned.

Happy Birthday!