Maya turns 6

I can't believe my baby is six. It hasn't been long enough for her to be that old. Am I really old enough to have a six year old? I'm only 25.

For those of you out there who don't know me, Maya is my first born-cat. I raised orphaned Maya from a day old. I fed her every 4 hours, even at night, and simulated Mama Cat's cleaning tongue for potty breaks. I paid for her Vet bills, litter, and toys to keep her happy. I even brought home another cat so she wouldn't be lonely when I went to college. (Okay, so she wasn't so happy about that and, in fact, would prefer if she had been a one cat household.)


Well Happy Birthday Day** Maya. I won't get you any treats, 'cause you won't eat them anyway. I won't get you anymore catnip, because it makes your brother mean to you. And I won't dress you up in funny outfits, even though I may want to.

**Maya's birthday was the 23rd of May, but she is a cat and doesn't know that I forgot.