So yesterday I mentioned that I had a special post scheduled. This was it. Sorry Randalin! But I am not pregnant. But instead I wanted to tell you that today is Basil's birthday. He is eight. Actually I don't know when his exact date of birth is - but today is the day he joined our family. A day a will never forget.
A quick synopsis - Basil was born somewhere on the streets of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam - probably sometime in late July or early August. You see he was so malnourished by the time we got him that it was difficult to tell just how old he was. Anyways - we paid about $6 for him - and he was worth every penny.
Wait - back up! Who is this ridiculous person? Myspace balcony shot - no doubt. This is summer 2004. This was the start of our routine photo-shoots. Eight years going strong. Fist paw bump - Basil!
Anyways as I was saying before. Basil was an ugly duckling. But like most ugly ducklings he grew into a handsome man-cat. Don't you agree?
He grew into the most sophisticated cat ever. He even gives Chuck Bass a run for his money. I mean if Chuck Bass were a cat. This cat wears a bow tie like it's nobodies business. He's cuddly. He's mean. He's loyal. He's stubborn. He's the best cat in the world. IN THE WORLD.
Happy eighth birthday to my cat. Yes - that is correct - I wrote a blog post dedicated to my cats birthday. What would be 24 year old self be thinking?
Do you celebrate your pets birthdays? Please say yes - even to just make me feel better.