Caturday 5/21/11

Hello.

At 11 o’clock last night I made a horrible realization that I had forgotten to celebrate the cats’ birthday. Granted, I found Ralph on the street and have no idea how old she really is let alone the day of her birth, but I remember Weaz’s quite well because it happened in a laundry basket in my lap. So we decided Ralph would just share that day, too.

That day, I thought, was May 20, 2008, the same as my friend and, at the time of cat birthing, former roommate Jack. But then again, sometimes I can’t quite seem to remember if it occurred on Jack’s birthday or on the day after. At any rate, I panicked, threw a candle in a can of Friskie’s turkey shreds with cheese (their favorite) and hosted an impromptu party in the final hour.

Cat cake

(What kind of mother will this make me? Sigh.)

Way to go.

No, I'm not mad... just disappointed.

I was then informed by Adam who was informed by Stew who we can only assume was informed by me at some point that the cats’ birthday is actually 5/21. Today.

You can't do anything right.

So good. There’s that.

When I think about the fact that Weaz is three years old, I die a little bit inside. We think this makes Ralph four since the vet estimated she was barely a year old when she had Weaz. (What kind of world do we live in where 1-year-old street cats are having babies??)

Anyway,good thing cats never die. Otherwise we’d be a fifth of the way through the 15-20 years I assume they will be around.

Stew says he hopes he dies before the cats because he doesn’t want to deal with my grief-stricken, worthless self when they go. But, again, good thing cats never die.

When it’s all said and done, I guess it’s a good thing we celebrated a little early considering the world will end tomorrow and all.

And now, what you’ve all been waiting for… baby pictures.

Baby Weaz's first hour

I can't even stand it.

Baby Weaz, 5 months

Classic Weaz, couple of weeks old

Little Murray Sparkles and Odelay

Ohhhhh Weaz.

Stinkeyes watchin me sleep. (Ralph's short hair!)

The cat who started it all.

Homeless. I can live with you?

Yes, Ralph. Forever and ever. Amen.

I love these cats more than most humans I know. I’m not kidding. I’d give them both a kidney. Yeah, I only have two. You see what I’m saying.

Happy birthday, cats. I’m not even embarrassed to say you are my very best friends.

What about me, Waldo?

14 thoughts on “Caturday 5/21/11

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  2. This post is hysterical and reminds me of my parents– they’ve been married for 31 years and have celebrated their anniversary on the wrong day for most of that time. It wasn’t until they needed a copy of their marriage license for something that they realized they had actually been celebrating a day early all this time. So funny! Anyway, I love your blog… and I especially look forward to Caturdays. I had a cat growing up that I swear was a human in a cat body and I loved her dearly. Despite all her ailments (autoimmune disease and no teeth), she lasted a good 20 years. Now I have 2 kids and no time or energy for pets and a husband who claims to be allergic to cats. I’m glad I can get my kitty fix here.

  3. Aw, happy birthday, Ralph and Weaz!

    (By the way, I don’t think you’re strange at all. Cat people understand these things. :) )

  4. I hear ya on all of this. I told my husband he better start preparing now, because I’ll be an absolute disaster if/when anything happens to my furry overlord. And I’ve totally forgotten his birthday (to be fair, I’ve also forgotten my husband’s birthday lol).

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