Birthday....OURS!

Yep, indeedy! ME and my Brother Earl Gray are 3 years old today!
Read what our sweet Mommy wrote about US last year!!

I feel so grown and BIG man cat-ish now.

Then Uncle MaxMaxx bops me on the head and says "Not so fast!"

Anymew, our 'neighbors' The Kitty Krew gave ME this award.

And I gotta say 9 things about ME

Then send it to other fantastic bloggers

Which is EVERYBODY--so if you've not had this award

I present it to YOU! .

OK, so, I thought  it would GREAT to say stuff about ME-
Alas Tommy has other ideas. So now Tommy's turn to talk:

1.When first born, Noir seemed to be the hungriest and found his Mom’s milk—FAST!

2. Earl Gray was the last born. I said a prayer over Edie and 3 babies about 10pm. The next morning there were 4.

3. Noir was first to crawl out of their box. Crawl up my leg. Crawl up and down the stairs in our apartment.

4. Earl Gray would sleep by himself—just like he does now. Sleeps like a brick, just like his Dad.

5. Earl Gray was first to meow at me—as his baby claws buried deep in my leg.

6. Noir never meowed, until literally a couple weeks ago. I thought it was Earl Gray, until I looked down Very sweet. I asked why he waited so long. Noir says, “Just to catch you off guard..”

7. Today, Earl Gray just plops on the floor with belly up for his tummy tickle. Always has. When he was little, I was afraid I’d step on him.
8. And Noir, really is Perry’s heir apparent. As Noir’s aged, he stakes claim to me more, just like Perry does and more affectionate—like Perry. Granted, Perry’s not thrilled, yet I like two man cats to fight over me. One glues himself to my left side while the other glues to my right, and circulation is cut off not matter which.
9. Noir and Earl Gray are my baby boys. I'd never had newborn kittens and these these three years have been a joy along, with fur sheds, Of course, Noir reminds me when he was 12 weeks old, how I sat for 2 hours, outside at a Starbucks, trying to talk a co-worker into taking him. The co-worker wanted a girl. Then after that, I had to go to Petsmart, and I wasn’t leaving Noir in a hot car. So around the store I walked with this notorious Tiny Texas Tabby Tiger, shivering, in my hands. People ooh’d and ahh’d. At one point, this little kitty looked up at me. I knew he wasn’t going anywhere….

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOIR AND EARL GRAY!

Love, Tommy