The Otis Feed

This past week I’ve gotten back in touch with my inner paw-ty animal – and for more than one occasion.

The first cause for celebration was, of course, the Furrth of July. Happy purrthday Ameowica! My family looked admittedly adorable all dressed up in their red, white, and blue outfits – with nowhere to go. But it’s the thought that counts I suppose. I did my best to look as paw-triotic as I could as well; with my white, tan and somewhat blue eyes. Other than that, it was a purretty low-key day. There were howevfurr some fireworks going off somewhere in the evening sky on Saturday night, which I’m not a fan of. It reminds me too much of thunder (or as my sister calls it, dinosaurs!).

July 6th is also a very impurrtant day in our household. It’s my purrents annifurrersary.

Fun fact: they have been together fur furrteen years and married fur seven. I remember how purrty my mom looked in her wedding dress, but purrhaps what I recall most is not being a part of the wedding — or even in the photos! I recall my mother briefly throwing out the idea of having the flower girl push me down the aisle in my stroller, but my dad was quick to veto.

*sigh* I guess it was fur the best…I don’t do well with crowds of humans.

All these celepurrations have me partied out, so I better catnap.

Until next week furrnatics…