A year ago today, somewhere on the streets of Montreal a litter of kittens was born. One of those tiny wiggling babies about the length of my index finger grew to be our Cooper. He went from a high-kill shelter to a safe one, traveled across borders with kind Ontario rescuers, got the kitty cold and got better, and grew and grew…
If the birth records are right (and they are likely not -because how could they know the day of a stray’s birth?) then today – September 24 – is Cooper’s Birthday.
It’s not every day our handsome boy turns the ONE. It’s a big moment in his life (though I’m not sure he sees it that way) because he’s passing from his kitten months into his cat years. It’s bittersweet for his mom (me) – and frankly the two girls can’t wait for him to be older and lose his manic moments.
Of course there had to be a ‘cake’. Of course there was a candle (blue!). Of course we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ – though in our home it is always sung as ‘Happy Bird-day’.
Cooper didn’t care much … he just wanted to get to the ‘cake’. Nuala watched me prepare it and tried to get to it first. In fact we had to hold her back – to her dismay. He got in just a few licks before she joined him.
What do kids do? They have too much fun. Eat too much. Eat too fast. Get sick. Nuala did just that… threw up her meal all over the floor. I don’t even mind. She’s fine… both back to being happy cats after the celebration.
Today I’m very thankful for our boy – and I’m sending good thoughts into the universe for his siblings. I hope they have as happy and secure homes as he’s found.