Happy Birthday to Me!

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted and I’m not going to give you a lot of excuses why I haven’t, other than to say that I haven’t felt like it. It’s spring and I’ve been too busy to concern myself with a silly blog.

So what have I been doing since “Mewing and Shouting in the Woods”? Well, let me think. The forest is bursting with growth and full of energy. Its green and lush and filled with the sounds of music. By music, I mean “music to my ears” as in the chirping and tweeting of lovely birds. I can hardly contain my blood lust.

 

Wes.bird in tree

 

I’ve been enjoying the sounds, nibbling on fresh grass, and slinking around in thick bushes trying to find rodents while at the same time hoping to hide from my human parents.

 

Wes.looking at grass.Breaking mews

 

I love them and know they mean well and are worried about my safety, but sometimes I feel like they are smothering me. I don’t want to get eaten by a coyote or mountain lion, but when I go out to play they watch me like a hawk. It makes it hard for me to have any real independence when it comes to making new friends.

Take for instance my mewing and shouting in the woods. It seemed to have paid off. A black cat came by the yard several nights in a row when I was inside sleeping. I know this for a fact because he was caught on trail cam. I didn’t know about it until after the fact and he hasn’t come back. He probably thinks I’m a snob and didn’t want to come out to say hello. Now I’ll probably never have another chance to make any feline friends around here. But on the flip-side, I know it’s better for me to be out of sight when the lions, coons, and coyotes come out at night. Now that I’m thinking of it, I hope the reason our trail cam visitor hasn’t been around again isn’t due to his demise at the hands of one of these house-cat predators. I mean, they could have grabbed him by the jugular! Torn him to shreds! Ripped his head off! He could be pieces of dead cat meat strewn around the forest floor! That would be horrible! I’m so happy to have loving, caring human parents that have raised me right and kept me from harm.

 

Is he waiting for me?

Is he waiting for me?

 

I turn five today and I’m mature enough to admit that they’ve been good to me. Oh yes, they may be a bit controlling, but on reflection, it’s been a wonderful life. They adopted me from that awful shelter when I was just a wee kitten, nursed me back to health after that wicked neighbor shot me in the leg, posted flyers around the neighborhood when I was missing for 4 days, snuggle with me when I’m cold, and never forget my birthday.

They give me lots of attention, feed me right, and encourage me get my exercise. I think it’s definitely helped me retain my boyish good looks.

 

Wes 5th birthday

 

Happy Birthday to ME!

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