Naked as a jaybird (whatever that is)
What is this birthday suit thing? We kitties are always in our birthday suits; it’s those anthros who don’t run around in the altogether at their birthday parties, or maybe some do….let’s hope so!
Birthdays are funny. I know some anthros who really want to be remembered on their special day and then there’s mama who doesn’t really care about any of it at all, other than being born. She cares a lot about that!
And she and papa care a lot about the kids and grandkids and many friends being born, but it’s getting to where it’s hard to keep up. If I had to send an e-cat-card for their birthdays to all of the kitties I knew on the street , it would drive me up the curtains or under the bed in full denial.
Still, there was a guy, a real winner, who visited us once in Rome, and he was so nice to me and so kind and even if he was allergic to me (I didn’t hear ONE sneeze!), he still gave me my due, which is full and complete attention at all times, and so I would send him a card if I could. He is 60 today, but he looks about 20, sort of like me; I am so young-looking that people think I’m a kitten, but oh, boy, far from it. And I have experience, since I figure that if you have the luxury of growing older “for a long time” (which the dumb GPS lady in our car says over and over when we’re trying to figure out just HOW long that is!), you had better learn a few things and pass on your vast knowledge to the next generations.
Or not. Maybe that’s just too much work.
Perhaps on a birthday, all you really need to do is kick back with a nice dish of kibble, stretch out in the catnip and let your world of experience and memories of good times and greetings from loving friends wash over your little birthday-suited body like a summer sea. All I know is that that guy who came to see us is luved, luved by many and we are all really glad he was born.
And happy birthday to all who were born today!
