It’s my birthday today. I am three years old, which is a very important and Grown Up age to be.
I’ve lived with Rachel since I was eight weeks old, and she knows that my birthday must be celebrated.
I have spent the day snoozing on the windowsill.
And I’ve had treats.
Rachel knows what I like, but it wasn’t always so.
In fact, I had a pretty disappointing birthday dinner once, and Rachel promised she would do better in future.
So today I had extra dinner – not the boring dry kibble that we always get, but the nice stuff in a little bag. I only like the meaty gravy ones, and not the jelly kind, or the fish. I had a slice of roast beef too. Very tasty.
I also had those treat sticks – I love those! and can pull them out of the wrapper myself.
Then I had some Philly.
I love Philly very much, but I don’t try to open the packs myself, now that I’m Grown Up.
Now I’m going out for the evening. I might go clubbing. Want to come?