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Well, yesterday was Vic's Birthday and it was wonderful! He didn't know he was getting any presents and when he opened his gifts, he was just so thrilled and grateful! I can't believe how lucky I am to have this man in my life, but I cherish every moment we have together. I love him dearly.
Well. This was certainly a day to remember. Momma was moving a bunch of stuff up to the attic and Daddy was helping her. He got out the ladder and was putting a bunch of boxes up in that little space that Oreo and I would like to get up and play in except we don't know how to work a ladder and we don't have opposable thumbs, so we have to content ourselves with rampaging around the house. I mean, we're still kittens technically.... Oh yeah, anyway, Momma and Daddy were all involved with the boxes and Momma had left a roast out in that plastic wrapping they all come in. She was getting ready to make pot roast in the slow cooker and I guess she forgot about it with all the box-moving and whatnot. So I moseyed on over to the counter and started helping her unwrap the roast. Who doesn't like a little help when they're cooking? I accidentally got a little bit of the roast in my fangs so I had to eat it, didn't I? It was pretty good, even with the plastic and all. I was having myself a nice little munch, just kind of enjoying that piquant taste of saran wrap and raw meat, when I heard, "MARY, BUTTER'S EATING OUR ROAST!!!!" Daddy didn't sound very happy. Momma put me outside and told me to go and reflect on the error of my ways. I just don't get Mom and Dad sometimes. I mean, my name's "Butter" and my sister's name is "Oreo"... It's not like we're not living up to our names, is it?
Wow! It finally warmed up here. Boy, those 40 degree mornings are tough.... fog and dew, just too damp for a kitty. I have to find a comfortable spot under the deck, or kick Tiny One off her favorite rock and then she always gets all pissy and we have a fight. She's such a miss priss! Then, my fur gets all damp and I have to give myself ANOTHER bath and my feet get cold and I get so hungry...Wait a minute, I'm always hungry....well, Mom always makes sure we have plenty of food....Anyway, yeah, it was SO cold...BRRRR!....and my nose got cold and I was shivering and then I started to get icecicles in my eyebrows...and then....Wait a minute, I've been sleeping with Mom and Dad. Never mind.
