twelfth

It happens to be a certain old man's birthday today, as you may recall my old post about creating a day and identity for our walking enigma cat. He could be 18 for all we know. 200? No matter, we love him just as much as when we first brought him home 8 years ago. Wow, have we come a long way.

He may be a bit more fragile around the edges - and finicky with food and digestion - but the boy holds his own rather well by keeping Breakfast in line, showing him who owns the front window and that being old and gray has a sense of power behind the six and a half pounds of fluff.

I am so happy we get to see another year and celebrate another day of Tim.