Felix doesn’t seem aware that it’s his birthday. Neither were we (although it was in the diary) until late afternoon when I opened an email from the vet wishing him happy birthday. What do you do differently for a cat’s birthday, anyway? He got the liquid from a can of salmon I was using. Otherwise, it was a normal day, with breakfast on demand, a little treat each time he comes inside to eat, laps to sit on, a garden and neighbourhood to explore, trees to climb, and a chair beside the fire.
Who decided it is his birthday today? Did the SPCA pluck the number out of the air? Or make a rough guess? I don’t think he was born at the SPCA. I understood he was found under a pallet somewhere. It could be a crafty strategy on their part to help people bond with their adopted cat – having an actual day to celebrate. They probably know how people interact with their pets and, boy, there are some weird – and deranged – examples of that: dressing them in clothing, carrying them in handbags, letting them eat at the table, painting your pony to look like a zebra (that was Queen Victoria), speaking to them in funny voices…
Yeah, well, guilty conscience evident here. Though it’s hard to think what we might have done differently today. I think Felix would agree that he has a pretty good life.
Anne-O-tations 
We are very happy to share our wedding anniversary with Felix’s birthday. Ziggy had his 12th birthday one week ago, and we knew the definite date from his breeder.
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