Happy Birthday to Me

My birthday is incredibly important - so much so that people take to celebrating it the night before. I've never seen so many people blitzed on my behalf. I tried telling them to stop, that I was hardly worth such accolades, but they persisted, muttering in their half-slurred protests that it was 'New Years'.

And indeed, it is a new year for me.

Irregardless, I'm happy to say that turning 9 is really not as big a deal as I had thought it would be. I was afraid my tail would begin to slump, that fine lines would appear on my whisker humps, that I would wake up and find myself grooming gray fur. Alas, none of that happened.

Ah, life will move on. One year older, and for that matter, wiser.

So what have I learned in this past year of life? Let's see...

5. I can take on a Boston Terrier any day of the week.

4. I do not wish to go outside any longer. Watching Ares do his business outside in the cold rain was enough to knock that desire out of me.

3. Sleeping on the couch in the living room rather than my pet's bed is actually very nice as I have it all to myself.

2. Isis is still a bitch.

1. I'm still number one in my pet's eyes.

Ok, so numbers one and two weren't true lessons, but it's important to realize that you have a realization that continues to be realized.

So, in closing, Happy Zeus Year to everyone, and may your celebration of my humble day be a terrific one!