The Otis Feed

Whatta week. Mom, Dad, and Ellie, made the trek to Iceland fur Ellie’s purrthday only to purractilly turn around and come home due to Mom not feeling her oats. (Not to worry, she’ll be fine. It’s just her gallbladder.) Anyway, Ellie rang in her fifth purrthday with a total of five purrthday parties of course. One at Amma’s house, one at Nana’s house, one at her daycare (Ellie noted there were no presents at this one – just cupcakes), one in Iceland, and one at home. Barbie’s and unicorns seemed to be the most popular gifts this year.

My purrthday was yesterday. I turned the big fourteen…that’s seventy-two in human years. Since it’s unrealistic fur me to have fourteen purrthday parties of my own, I opted fur a more low key celebration. I spent the day doing what I love most: cat napping. Mom went all out fur my purrthday dinner. I was spoiled with a little slice of turkey as an appetizer, served a delicious can of  Fancy Feast Gravy Lover’s wet food fur dinner, and Mom opened a furresh bag of Pawty-Mix fur dessert. I’m licking my chops just thinking about it!

All in all, Ellie and I had a great purrthday week, smothered with kisses and all! Thank you to evfurryone who reached out with such thoughtful purrthday wishes!