Happy birthday to my brother and me!
I don’t know the exact date of our birth, but this is close enough. We were abandoned as kittens, left in a cardboard box in the parking lot of the Calgary zoo. A kindhearted couple found a box with four cats; a mother and three kittens. Two of them were me and my brother, and the third was a black and white kitten. It ran away and the couple let the mother cat go so that she could find the kitten and take care of it. I’ll always wonder what happened to them.
My person fell in love with Java and me from the first moment she saw us at the home of her friend, who’d heard about the kittens from the colleague who found them. He adopted us and took us to his place. My person walked into his home and my brother and I simultaneously jumped up on the back of his sofa, looked at her with a look that said, “We’re wild pouncing kittens so en garde” look, and scampered away.
We have moved across the country three times, and had a lot of adventures. We still sleep every night on either side of our person’s pillow, and I curl my paw possessively around her wrist.
So we have a lot to celebrate, and we’re doing just that, with bonito, catnip, new toys, and TLC.
We hope we’ll be around, celebrating for a few more years to come, so cheers, all!