Hello and welcome to the small portion of my brain that is devoted to being a crazy cat lady.
The fat cat's birthday was last weekend. His name is Elton, in case you were wondering. In our apartment, cat birthdays usually involve a cake (read: a pile of special food and/or treats). This year it was just some Trader Joe's cat food/tuna with some freeze dried shrimp treats. I know that sounds gross. It smells gross. But birthdays mean you get whatever kind of cake you want, and that's what the cat wanted. When it's your birthday, you can have whatever kind of cake you want, alright?
