This day, my best boy turns 13; which promises I can indulge myself for a year in its entirety howling, “thirteeeeeeen” in the style of Pullo and Vorenus:
Carnage and loyalty in Rome notwithstanding; thus ensues some inevitable cat cuteness:
Upon my arrival home from work (teeming with childlike and innocent frenzy the entire way home on the Underground because Gethyn had called me the minute he got into the car with him and I detected his delicious little kitten noises) I laid my eyes upon him and sang, “Theoooo!” He was a lovely kitten:
He also attracted trouble; his little kitten wails once summoning us from the next room to discover that he knew not how to extricate his wee kitten head from in between the slats in the dining room chair; continuallly vaulting himself onto the poor Heating Engineer lying horizontally to try to carry out his work; the time I cautioned Geth, “please close the bathroom door whilst running a bath or…” Thence was heard…SPLASH:
Theo also has a penchant for being a tad self-indulgent; a jerk if you will:
He vaults onto the table whilst I am anticipating cleaning it; and in act of felid obstinance, elongates himself languorously; said performance wordlessly imparting this sentiment: “get stuffed, Mummy.” Jerk.
He hollers his head off, bounds about like a felid cannonball, vaults onto my head, screams undeviatingly into my ear and when he rejoices in the certainty that I have wholly awakened, he reposes thus. Jerk.
To my unutterable delectation, there also are his homages to my beloved RWE (he knows what makes his Mummy tick):
“Turn the cat upside-down…and how agreeable is the picture?”
“Consider whether you have satisfied your relations to father, mother, cousin, neighbour, town, cat, and dog; whether any of these can upbraid you.” SOMEBODY PET MY BELLY DAMMIT! NOW!!
And…he adores coffee!
“Is this a coffee which I see before me? The aroma toward my snout? Come, let me clutch thee!”
My best boy also boasts numerous appearances on the esteemed and wonderful WEIT as well:
So, today, I offer a happy day to my beautiful, coffee-slurping, Emerson-loving, pseudo-celebrity (h/t: JAC) and favourite jerk, whom I cherish.
And now I must away to pet his belly, dammit!