Happy Birthday To Me!

Hi, everyone - it's me, Phoebe!  And I'm four years old today!  


My birthday party was over the weekend, but here are a few pictures!

This is my cake - red, white, and blue since my party was on the 4th of July!

Me with my cake! 

Tucker thought it was yummy! 

So did Cosmo! 

Mmm!  Cream cheese frosting! 

Woeful Wednesday With Olivia ...

Greetings, all ...

It's me, Olivia.  And I'll be honest - I'm extremely upset!  Disgruntled.  Miffed.  And just plain hissed off. 

Why, you ask?  Well, let me share this conversation with you that Mom & I had on Monday night:

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes?"

"You know, I was looking at the calendar today, and April 1st was Friday.  Doesn't that mean you forgot my birthday?"

(At this point, Mom is looking distinctly nervous and uncomfortable.)  "Um, no, sweetie.  I didn't forget.  It was an April Fool's joke.  Didn't you think it was funny?"

"As a matter of fact, no, I didn't. Did you think it was funny the time I puked in your slipper?  Well, same thing.  I realize I don't wear slippers, but if I did, for all intents and purposes you would have puked in them. "

"You're right, I'm really sorry.  I have no excuse.  How can I make it up to you?"

"That's better.  Well, I've been keeping a running list, but for starters, I'd like you to find another place for Tanner & Finn to live.  I know you say they're my brothers, but we sure don't look anything alike, and even though sometimes they're ok, on the whole I think I'd be happier if they lived somewhere else and we visited them occasionally - like maybe once every nine lives or so." 

"I can appreciate that they like to play more roughly than you do, but they're pretty good kids, and even if they weren't, you don't send your family members to live elsewhere.  I'll tell you what ...how about I surprise you?"

"Well, I guess that would be ok.  But remember - I am somewhat particular.  Are you sure you don't want to at least sneak a little peek at my list?"

"No, surprises are more fun!"

"Hmff ... I'll be the judge of that."

All day yesterday, I was in a fever of anticipation.  Mom had certainly appeared contrite the evening before.  And over the seven years we've been together, she has definitely surprised me with some lovely gifts, befitting my status of Calico Diva Extraordinaire.  With the added motivation of guilt, I was sure to get something really good this year.  Or so I thought. 

For my seventh birthday, as a reward for 2,555 days of love and companionship, I received ....

Yes, friends ... it's true.  Mom apparently thought that what I really wanted for my seventh birthday was a catnip plant.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I love catnip ... especially the fresh stuff.  I'm no teetotaler ... I love any excuse to get all nipped out and party.  But for a momentous occasion such as the seventh anniversary of my arrival on this planet?  I don't think so.  I'm still considering what I might possibly do to get even with her for this, and I don't think just puking in her slipper is going to do it.  It's gotta be really big.  Any suggestions are welcome. 

Happy Birthday To Me!

Hi, everybody!  It's me, Tucker! 

Last week I turned eight years old, but I had to wait till the weekend to have my birthday party!  Mom made a cake, and everybody (well, all the humans anyway) sang Happy Birthday!  My Uncle Riley was also having a birthday (he turns nine years old on February 18th, but we decided to all celebrate together). 

Here are a few pictures of the celebration ...

Mom INSISTED that I have my picture taken with these ridiculous glasses.  HUMANS!

Then Uncle Riley had to put them on. 

This is the cake Mom made ... those are fake Oreos (from 3 Dog Bakery, made with carob) on top and the icing is strawberry cream cheese!  It was YUMMY!

 

Uncle Riley thought it was pretty good ...

And so did I ... but I had to give it the sniff test first!

And then I shared with the rest of the family ...