Kitties and woofies, I want to thank you all for coming to my Pawty. I had the best of times. Mom tried to help by serving the noms. Mario took care of the bar and CK, Stunning Keisha came over without my even meowing and played some tunes for us. Oh My Cat...it can't get any better. It was a day to remember.
I have one more thing for you all to see. A special Gotcha Day came yesterday by Feline Post. A First Day Issue. I will save it always. LOOK at the STAMP! My mustache! Never mind the postmark. Thank you Benedict.
Kitties, I had to slip out to keep an appointment during the Pawty. No one noticed which was my intent. I got back quickly-- but I had an appointment at the v-e-t. One, I found I am still 11.5 pounds, and I had a needed pawdicure while there. But there was a revelation that was a shock to my Katie system. (I changed v-e-t's after I had that horrible URI- as my previous one did not tell me what I had when I was so sick and mom had to go elsewhere to get the help I needed).
Moving on, I will say my paperwork was faxed over and it seems I am 7 years old, not the age they told mommy I was at my old Vet's office. Why they told mommy I was 4 at the very most when I adopted her as mom, I do not know. That is likely a guesstimate by them as well, but they are pretty good at that. But they didn't want mom to know my real age cause she asked and asked and asked some more because my behavior is so kittenish. She thought I was 3. Closed issue now though. She loves me.
Thank you over and again for attending my Pawty and thank you to all who made it a success. I love you all too.