Another year has gone by! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow, which must mean it's Zolie's birthday ... though it doesn't seem possible that she can be six already. In fact, her birthday is an arbitrary date, calculated backwards from her "welcome home day," when she came home from the Lonsdale shelter to begin a whole new life. That was August 14, and she'd have been six months old. Count backwards from there ... yep, Valentine's. Thus was the date decided.
Zolie's 2019 was a year of exploring like Amundsen, swashbuckling like Fairbanks, indulging in extravagant desserts, helping to organize the shed...
...braving the dreaded Puddy-tat Repair place -- the clinic! -- to have her teeth checked, measuring the doormat for its roll-ability quotient, helping to open Christmas presents...
...but mostly, 2019 was The Year of Naps. It a banner year for naps of the epic variety! Soooo many cat beds, sooo little time! Only 365 days in a year. How many naps does that make? Now, let me work this out --
But there was always time for other stuff, like playing hide and seek, and camouflaging herself on the hearthrug, and playing a game of "I'm a landmine, better watch out for your feet!"
And that was pretty much Her Majesty's year! Oh, there was lots more along the way ... legendary battles with her arch rivals, the dust bunnies, and mountaineering up the boxes in the store room, sneaking out for the occasional night on the tiles, toasting the royal tummy in the sun in winter and flaking out on the cool tiles under the a/c vents in summer. But mostly, it was a year of naps, and cat dreams. Oh yeah, and desserts!
That's all, folks ... till Valentine's Day comes around again!
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