Dear Sonny,
Happy birthday Bubba! You’re an old man still, a very mouthy old man. This year your birthday is different though. It’s your first birthday without sis. I’m sure you miss her because I know I do.
I don’t think you really know that it’s your birthday, or what a birthday is. For humans, usually there’s gifts involved but we don’t really do gifts on cat birthdays. It’s kind of like Christmas, only without the tree. I know you like Christmas so that’s the best way to explain it.
I’m sure your sense of time is much different from mine but 15 years is a long time in human years. It’s even longer when it’s 15 out of the 19 years of my life, meaning I only lived 4 without you and the majority of that I don’t remember.
So what has happened in the 15 years that we are celebrating?
You endured everything I did to you as a little kid. I made you play imaginary games with me. You let me put you in furniture made for baby dolls and carry you around like you were a baby. I don’t really know why you put up with my crap but you always have and still do. For example, recently when I bought you a shirt from the baby section in Target because I thought you’d look cute. You did look cute, even though you hated that I put a shirt on you.
While I did all these things to you, I’ll never forget the time you fell off my bookshelf and scratched me, on accident of course. To a little kid though, this was the worst thing in the world because my “baby” hurt my feelings.
I obviously forgave you.
As time went on, we traumatized you for a few days by moving you to a new house. I’m sorry for the trauma but you got a huge house to be the king of instead of a tiny apartment. I’m also sorry that we got more cats besides your sister. I had to fulfill my destiny as a cat lady at some point, more than once. You were furious with us because you wanted no part of another cat being in your house. I don’t blame you though because Junie can be a jerk. You’re still the king of all the cats though.
Most of the things you do are still exactly the same as they’ve always been. You always have been obsessed with drinking water from the sink or the bathtub. I’m pretty sure your obsession has gotten worse as you’ve gotten older though. You’ve always been really loud. I don’t know that you need to yell all the time but you don’t seem to understand this. I also don’t think I need a kitty alarm clock but I guess it’s better than a real alarm clock. You always hog fans whenever we use them in the summer. You also hog the bed whenever you sleep in my room because you believe you own the place. You also are my “guard dog”, it’s a crime for anyone to come near me or touch me according to you.
I have no idea what I would do without you though. Even when I get annoyed with your constant meowing, I still love you. I hope you can forgive me again when I leave to go back to college and I hope you don’t annoy the family too much with your yelling while I’m gone. I'll be back though to see my favorite, obnoxious, lovable cat!
Happy Birthday Sonny!
Love,
Your Mom,
Kaylee
P.s. I’m sorry you can’t actually read this because you’re a cat.
