Stayed up late wondering what I'd do for my birthday story, figured the best way to celebrate it would be with one of my favorite go to characters: Calico.
Yup. February 8. Birthday. I should be feeling older and wiser, sadly I still feel the same, wandering around still trying to find my voice and to get better at writing each day, well, as much as I can. My only plans for today is to celebrate with family and friends, and to have a good time at a local Doctor Who Event to meet up with some fellow Whovians. I figured I'd try new things this year.
*picture is originally from http://bookaholic.ro/category/interviuri
02/08/2014 (Saturday) Cat Years
I woke to find Calico peeking over my bedside, wearing an orange party-hat and a cheshire grin on his face.
Happy Birthday, I got you a gift, his toothy grin hinting at half-eaten stories, scratched-up words, or maybe even a dead mouse, again.
I peeked over the edge to find a cake studded with lit candles on the floor by my bed, a nightmarish sugarcoated fire-hazard on the floor right by my bed.
“Um… how many candles is that?”
About 145, why?
“That’s too many. How old do you think I am?”
Mmm… I’ve been counting in cat years again.