Ignatius The Great: Year Two, Hier beginneth Yeare Two of hys Reign Options

[Jon730]

"Meow, Meow, I'm a Big Cat Nowoo!

Well, there are things you can do with dogs that you cannot do with cats. The party hat was a failure, and he refused to wear his bowtie.

Worse, my wife had hidden the Blue Wedgewood China.

But we proceeded bravely with his First Birthday Party.

Music was "Patrick the Fabulous Magician", which he ignored.

The other cats run when they see the fiddle come out..

Here is his cake.
It is a can of Fancy Feast Seafood With Shrimp, his favorite, adorned with Firsky Chicken Kitty Treats.
The candle is a sardine. (It has to be King Oscar's).




Blowing out the candle...kind Of...





Here begins the devastation..



This fellow is a wonderful little friend. Like all our animal friends, he is a unique character with his own little rules, games, and preferences.

Yesterday he had a scare. he sneaked into the Forbidden Garage, and was locked in there. After an hour or so he panicked and began pounding on the door. I thought something terrible had happened to the boiler..he DOES weigh fourteen pounds! When I opened the door, he ran into the house, with his tail all fluffed out like a bottle brush.
I wrote his stepmother, and she told me his brother had done exactly the same thing with their garage!

[Jon730]

Update. We had a death in the family, and it was Tax season for us and the business. Business has been good, strangley enough.

Iggy seems to be over his Election Loss, and has now learned to walk on a leash, like a dog. I hope to have pictures of this feat soon. Yesterday it went well, until he looked over at the house next door and saw their big friendly dog. He took off like a rocket and prac tically dragged me into the house.

Iggy's personality continues to unfold and our freindship deepens. Yes, I know all our animal freinds are special people and all different, but he is certainly a sweet boy. He and Sam the Siamese are still Best Friends, and she and he chase each other and play all the time, despite her being eight years older than he. Iggy has given her youth. (And I suspect, me too..)

I understand from Iggy's stepmother that there are FOUR more little tuxedos there now. I shall try to get pictures.
She was supposed to get the poor tired mother fixed, but it appears King Tut beats her to the puch every time. In any case she NEVER has trouble finding loving homes for these kittens, and is a good stepmother.

Nevertheless, I am going to give her a talking to. Our corrupt state has stolen the money for the local SPCA shelter and it is closing just as more people are abandoning their friends, and each kitten she places is one more person who will not be adopting a shelter kitten.