Birthday

The Door Opener's birthday was this week. I really wanted to get her a sweet and tender baby bird to...cuddle... but they're just too tricky for me to get my furry little paws on. Believe me, I've been trying all spring. Of course if I had got a wee baby robin for her I might have been tempted to keep it for myself. Just the thought of ...cuddling... one of those cute little babies gives me the *shivers*. I caught some spiders and a moth this week and I thought she might like those, but I got hungry... Instead I helped her in the garden by playfully attacking her hands through the fence while she was weeding and I gave her a big snuggle on the couch, which usually isn't my thing. She deserves it. The Door Opener is pretty good to me. Lets me in and out and in and out and in and out. Fills my bowls with crunchies and water. Lets me sleep on her neck when I feel like it. Pats me and tells me I'm pretty. Never gets mad at me or yells at me when I'm in a mood.

Here's to you, Door Opener! Happy Birthday!