Its my Birthday!!!

and its 8 am! Nobody but ME up and around. Mama says she brought me home in 2003 4 years ago, which means I'm like 4 years and a week to ten days old, but this is the day we celebrate. I'm not sure what we'll do, but Mama held me and sang happy birthday and wished me many many more.

Let's see...yesterday I got into the toybox and dug out some catnip treatbags and shared them around and Pinky got his head on two of them and the honeysuckle chip and so then he got all frisky and chased me around. I beat the crap out of one and it broke open under Mama's computer chair but she's just leaving it be for us to deal with.

Gosh, I can't get over how quiet it is this morning! Its spooky...even Sissy is sleeping! I'm on the coffee table, don't tell Mama.

Update on the book sitch: Mama finished reading the Neil Gaiman. She liked it well enough, and will read any others he has, but was a tad disappointed because of how everyone raved about him. She was expecting something on a Tom Robbin's level, but it was not to be. Still, a good read and a good original story line!

Because Jacks planted the seed, Mama's now hearing in her head:

My heart is beating faster, babe,
It's beating like a big bass drum.
You know you got me speeding, child,
Faster than a bullet from a gun.
You're a superstitious woman
An' I got a superstitious mind, an' I don't care.

So take me down slow an' easy,
Make love to me slow an' easy.
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way,
So rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone,
Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone.

---Slow an'Easy, Whitesnake