Happy Birthday catkins!
(I love this picture. He looks so put upon.)
Mr Bilb's is a bit like the Queen and gets two birthdays a year. The first one is at the start of August in line with the rough idea we have on when the world was graced with his presence and a second on this auspicious day in line with the day we collected this tiny little ball of ginger fluff from the Cats Protection League.
He's had his birthday tin of tuna (without the candles of last year - I don't want another singeing incident.)
And now he's asleep upstairs making it perfectly clear who he thinks His Lordship's side of the bed actually belongs too.
(Given half a chance he'd be asleep on the pillow!)
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So has he reached kitty middle age yet? Are you expecting him to get a sports car and a young girlfriend any time soon?
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Pet him for me.
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Happy birthday Mr B.
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xx
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