Happy birthday to moi!

Actually, my birthday was April 2, but Mommy was out of town and we didn't celebrate till yesterday. She bought me a big-ass bag of Seafood Middles (from Mow Mix), and it's all for ME!!! Kadi cannot have any unless she sticks her face in my pretty porcelain Garfield dish. Which, of course, she has managed to do a few times since I got my birthday gift.

My vet sent Mommy a postcard to remind her to bring me in to get shot. It also indicated that they want a poop sample. Mommy said that if they want a poop sample, they need to come home with her and see where I've wiped my ass on the rug (with my long fur, I get lots of dingleberries if I don't smear my butt droppings on something!). Bitch!

Oh, and in case you're interested, I turned 8 this year. Wow! Should I start lying about my age like Mommy is? (She's turning 30 on May 25, but she's been telling people she's only 26. She looks really fuckin' bad for 26! Hah!)