Happy Birthday to me! I can't believe eight years ago I was born in a shelter in Moline, Illinois. I was the last of my litter to be adopted. My mother was a Manx, and Mom and Dad have decided my dad was a Maine Coon, which explains why I'm so big and like it when it is cool outside.
As is our tradition, I had a stinky goodness birthday cake in the shape of an 8. I just had a little nibble of it, then I shared it with Josie, HB and Maggie. My birthday wish is that everyone have a wonderful day. (Isn't celebrating my birthday a better way to spend this day, instead of thinking about taxes?)