I told Mom over and over, but she refuses to listen. I don’t want a big celebration for my birthday this year – which happens to be June 1st. She insists, however. Says this is a milestone birthday for me. Really? Is fifteen a milestone? The truth is, we don’t know the exact date of my birthday. My siblings and I lived on the streets for the first four months of our lives before we were rescued, put into foster care with a nice lady and then, a short time later, adopted by our furever pawents – in my case, Mom. She picked June 1st as my birthday because she figured that was somewhere around the time I was born and, it was an easy date to remember.
I guess I have no choice and must tolerate all the fussing over me, the extra treats, and the presents. I will say, studying at this picture Mom took of me the other day, I do look pretty good for a fifteen-year-old diabetic cat. Still handsome as ever. That’s what Mom says, anyway.
