HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND

Tomorrow everyone is celebrating Cinco de Mayo and we have an extra reasons to have a fun party time.  My Best Friend is 11 years old on Cinco de Mayo!  AND I was born this month 3 years ago so it is a triple celebration.  Happy Birthday to Us!  I imagine we will get lots of presents.  My Best Friend will have chocolate chip cookies and I hope someone gives me some chicken breast (don't care for thighs).  Because I am a generous friend, I will share my chicken with Daisy and Jasper but the presents are MINE.  Everyone here is asleep except me and The Lady.  Jasper is snoring (what's new!)  Daisy is quietly curled up on her favorite pillow.  I just can't sleep, thinking about our special day....

                                             
                                                  

SEEKING REFUGE

                                                        
It has been a long time since I have been able to sit down at this computer without The Lady's interference.  She seems to think that her thoughts are more real than our thoughts when, in fact, we are the reason she has not gone completely insane...If I didn't stretch out on her legs at night to hold her down, she would probably traipse around town in her nightgown singing old show tunes.  And if Jasper didn't sing at dawn, she would be late for work and we would all be living in our crates under the bridge.  So, you see, we have a job here.   Anyway, we carry on.  And then today an unfortunate happening occurred.  The Lady has this violently noisy monster that she dances with upon occasion.  Usually she brings him out on Friday nights when she opens a bottle of champagne.  The two of them slide around the house, to and fro, over rugs and floors.  After a few glasses of bubbly, she winds out his very long nose apparatus and swings it all over the darn place...walls, underbeds, in all of our hiding places...it is a wild night...let me tell you!  Usually, in fear for our safety, the three of us retire to the loft, and huddle there for the duration.   SO....today...My Best Friend was here and she and The Lady were cleaning the loft.  I went up to help out...move around some old fur and check out the contents of some bags and boxes.  I got a bit tired and settle onto a cushion at the back of the loft only to awaken in great alarm as I saw the snaky looking nostril of the APPARATUS come sliding up the loft ladder.  I WAS CORNERED WITH NO ESCAPE ROUTE!  What would YOU do?  No time for thinking...take action NOW...so I hurled myself upon the mercies of open air, flying out of the loft, onto a window sill and to the floor...LANDING ON MY FEET...then I sailed out of the room to seek refuge under a table with Jasper (who was already hiding there,)  It may not be true that cats always land on their feet but this time I was  lucky. 

                                                
                                                        Thank Cod for good friends!