Tigers Second Birthday

 HAPPY 2ND BIRTHDAY TIGER!

My little queen turns 2 years old this weekend. So, since I never have any excuse for a party, not even my own, we just celebrate it here, even the animals birthdays. Any excuse is good enough to party. But celebrating the birthday of your plants is silly, as well is celebrating the anniversary of your fridge, cupboard, toilet, house spider or whatever. So there comes in the cats. Call me insane, but I am human and I too love to party, but if it is only my animals that company my life, I have not really another choice (well to continue live a life without party would be). Tiger agrees.
Let her tell the story by the Queen herself:

Yeah it is the first time that my birthday is celebrated. I believe it should be a national holiday, because no one can't deny my existence.
Oh well, mommy got the brilliant idea to celebrate it one day earlier. How dare she! She thought it was nice and all that, not have to work the day or day after and she was in the mood for a birthday moment. You should have seen the grinn on her face. And also the grinn on mine. I was of course not planning to join in this party. It is MY birthday and no one elses. And most of all celebrated on the day itself.

So... after mommy had her dinner, and simply forgot our oops my grilled salmon (ah well I am not so mean, let Grey also have a bit, and that furry black thing mom brought in recently as well), she prepared our celebration. She put the ribbons and confetties on the table. I ignored it. Grey ignored it....
All I did during the evening was making a belly slide across the table, making it fall on the floor. And she thought I would be ready now. How silly human....

Not interested yet....

I snuggled up on her lap while she watched a movie. Ah well she fell asleep and I had to wake her up to go to bed. Finaly we prepared for the next day.... but first she went outdoors with that furry black thing. Why does she do that? Why do we have to stay in and that thing not?
Ah well... time to sleep. At least that furry thing stays out of the bedroom at night. Mommy is all ours :-)

The next morning, about 4.30am

Goodmorning mommy!!!! I nibbled her toe, and was searching through the pile of books and papers laying next to her. I wanted the pencil, but it was fetched to a book. Tried hard to get it separated but no.... You can imagine I woke her up quite well this way, and it was so early!!! And Grey of course is kibble alarm pur sang, when mom wakes, he demands kibbles. She woke up happy!

The morning ritual of course is that computer. I managed to get on my throne. Simply be charming, purring, be nice, walking circles and when the chance is there, run for the keyboard. Ah heaven, I managed 3 times! Mom calls it 'stoelendans' and I always win! Most of the time she throws me off instantly.

Finaly the door to the  livingroom opened and it was my time! All this time waiting for this moment, to snuggle, attack, catch, chew, tear, drag, wear, knot, tie and throw the paperthingies!
With a huge slide I attacked the 'enemy' from the back all over the table. We tumbled over the floor, but with a firm bite I could take the prey back on the couch. Rolling over KILL MAIM FIGHT SLAY.... die (ok the last one is impossible as paper is dead but you get the point). If you think what is this horror curse? I hear mommy sing it sometimes when she is angry. And sometimes she plays music like that. It is not an evil song she told me, honest, she is no barbarian.

The prey fought back few times, wrapping itself around my legs and tail. But I just run, run and run... sometimes tumble or jump.
Along I took my prey around the couch, to the windowseal, wove it through the window shutters, over the floor and tried to hide it under the 'dead' sheep.
And then ohhhh I got so tired after all this hunting and killing, mommy went out with the furry black thing. Grey is so jealous.... he freaks out, he thinks it is not fair that that furry black thing goes out few times a day. But he is too stupid to understand that if you let a harnass be put on, mommy will take him out. But no... Grey hisses and bites when she willingly wants to try learn him. He should not complain. They can't all be like me. I wouldn't need a harnass. But mommy is too stupid to understand that. I can find my way back home. But also for me I can only go out with a harnas. I have my pride (I have many as you know).

So well, she and the furry black thing went off, and I decided to decorate the house while they were off. Did I have fun???? Now there were paper ribbons all over the place.

And then I went to sleep again.... for the rest of the day I will. Life is good. Oh... later we have our birthday dinner of course :-)

But first sleep... they saw my eyes closing slowely, my tiny head too heavy to keep up. I need sleep....