Happy Birthday Scooby (12 years old). How the time flies! How did you get so old so fast. I think the same thing happened to me! You were adopted to be a companion to Zeke, and you fulfilled that job perfectly. Well done!


Happy Birthday Scooby (12 years old). How the time flies! How did you get so old so fast. I think the same thing happened to me! You were adopted to be a companion to Zeke, and you fulfilled that job perfectly. Well done!


April 6 and a Happy Birthday Opie you are 12! I cannot believe how fast those twelve years have gone by! So many things have happened but you are still here at home!



Happy Birthday Scooby. I can’t believe it is time to put the trolley photo up again! (I could make a new one but why mess with tradition?) Scooby was five years old when I got him from the shelter so I have no youngish photos of him. I got a copy of his medical records so I know how old he is. Eleven years old.


Happy Birthday Zeke (11 years). Once again I cannot believe another birthday has rolled around. We are thankful for them all. I cannot believe you are this old either! You were born to two feral cats and lived in a flowerpot on a neighbor’s porch. You were called “Mop” as they would chase you out their front door when you sneaked in with a mop! They wanted me to take you but I already had five cats and did not want another. Finally I agreed and I am glad I did! Today I shall post some older photos of you to remember some of the good old days.

























I cannot believe the little fluff ball is an adult! He never seemed to mature from a kitten mentally, as you can probably tell from the photos of him that are published here. He was born of two feral Maine Coons. He took up residence in a flower pot on a neighbour’s front porch. His original name was “Mop”. They did not want him. I did not want a sixth cat either at the time, but I took him anyway. He was so cute and small! “I won’t take up much room,” he said. “I don’t eat much!”
He won me over. I am glad I took him in. Instead of one of six–the bottom of the barrel, he is now one of three. He is afraid to go outside. He is afraid he won’t be able to get back in, I think. In ten years he has only been outside to go to the vet! When I began blogging about ten years ago, he was my blog star, and my personal “avatar” or “gravatar”, which he has remained to this day. Happy Birthday Zeke (10 years)! May you have many more! ❤️️❤️️❤️️



