It was an intimate celebration, just the three of us and a handmade cake made out of tinned fish and salmon flakes. There were candles (just one actually since anything more than that and the whole cake would be covered in wax!), and the compulsory photoshoot – an annual tradition we hope we’d abide to just so we can see how he’s grown over the years.
You do know we’re talking about our cat right?
But not just any cat, he’s our first little baby, our furkid Van She, also sometimes and maybe many times known as…
- Monstaaaaa (when obviously he’s acting like a monster ripping through our toilet paper)
- Kangaroo (when he actually thinks he is one and starts hopping from point A and point B like a kamikaze kangaroo)
- Gabboosh (just cause it’s a nice nickname)
- Babooska (same reason as above)
- Van Van (when we wake up in bed and he has his paw on my cheek. but never used when I wake up with his bum inches from my face)
Take note, little van responds to all these nicknames willingly unless of course he’s feeling lazy and just wants to roll about and ignore us – HIS PARENTS!
We are very proud of him despite his naughtiness – he smashes things, into things and eats all the human food we forgot to keep covered. The aftermath of his food misadventures always evident with pieces of spring rolls on the kitchen floor, the toaster oven’s door ajar and there’s a missing chicken drumlet and of course, the toppled bag after he’s rummaged and extracted out my leftover sandwich (this pussycat loves bread!) are just some of the silly things he’s capable of!
But I guess, we wouldn’t want it any other way!
