Happy Birthday

It’s Tommy, Master Jerry’s cat. He’s been acting strangely this past couple days telling me it’s my birthday. I’m not sure what that is but he gave me a toy mouse with this wonderful smelling substance that makes me feel so good.  

I don’t feel any different than I did when he brought me here to this wonderful place where I can hunt mice and birds all I want, eat kibbles along with tuna and anything else I can find, and be extremely feisty with him and the bird he calls Elsa.  

The only downside is those dogs that live next door. They are harmless enough, but I’m not comfortable with those creatures. They smell awful, look scary, and are trying to annoy me. I stand on my hunches, my fur raised and I hiss at them, but they never appear bothered by what I’m certain should intimidate them. They just grin at me as if saying, “nice try!” 

I’m sure this birthday thing is short-lived but maybe next year, he’ll get me another wonderful smelling mouse that makes me feel oh so good. Now it’s time to go outside and harass those dogs.