Poor Tabs… He was slightly baffled about the all round gist of the festivities yesterday.
I feel he thought it was a get-with each other to celebrate him.
We did not want to burst his bubble, so we took a brief interlude to sing him the birthday song. “Happy birthday to you! Content birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear tabby… Satisfied birthday to you!” ?
Connor Claire did not mind, and there was more than ample food, enjoyable and adore for absolutely everyone.
It was kind of weird, but for the most component, Tabs wasn’t as social as he typically is. He spent most of the afternoon napping at the prime of the stairs, away from the party.
I checked in on him from time to time and gave him chin scratches and whispered that I enjoy him.
Possibly he imagined that his toddler assistant deserved to be the center of focus for when. I really don’t know, but I wouldn’t be stunned if that was it. Right after all, he is a really conscientious tabby. ?
Your friendly community beauty addict,