Friday, May 05, 2006
We almost forgot...Bad, Bad Parents
There was much debate in our house as to when Smudge was actually born. We picked him up in the middle of July from the dreaded petstore. Because of his ill health hew very tiny. We thought he was only eight weeks old. The vet who saved him said that he was actually closer to twelve weeks. So I pegged his birthday at May 5.
Regardless of the day, I forgot about it. I can only hope Smudge forgives me. He's outside right now and really couldn't care less about my feelings of guilt. He runs across the yard like a madman. Its good to see he's not showing any of his eight years. We think his little sister is helping to keep him young. Little Sisters have that ability; just ask Brendan over at Caturday.