MEOW to all of you,
its the day we call my birfday cause i don’t know xactly when i was born. sumbody fownd me an my siblings ina field. 2 of us were dead so they thot our momcat must a died and they took us home. when i was jus 6 weeks old i got my mama. shes been wif me ever since.
i had a dopted bruddeer Henry but he got kidknee failure and went to see our doctor and never came home. mama cried. I miss him but don’t tell mama she thinks I dint like Henry but he waz ok but so big! 18 pownds!
its my 19th birfday. thats purrty old i guess. i am feelin good and sumtimes frisky but mosly i jus curl up and nap. i don’t hear so good anymore an sumtimes mama really surprisez me when she comes up from behind me. it’s a nice surprize.
i still haz pankreetitus and so still have the barfin thing but mama found sum food i can eat that stays in my tummy mos of the time. she gets ver upset when I barfs my food. i got real skinny bout 4 pownds but now i ways bout 6. mama wood almos cry when she pet me cause my ribs stuk out.
mama got me sum treats for my birfday but only gave me a couple–they are soooo gooood. i tries to get more but mama said too many wood make me sick to my tummy. i no she will give me more later. an she haz sum chiken for me for supper, but only a taste…that stoopid barf thing ya no.