Birthday Buddy is 12

Percy:  Oh, Buddy, we're sorry we're a day late posting about your special day, but we don't post on weekends any more.  And ... uh, Jan forgot to read her calendar again until last night..

Merci: It didn't even come up on the CB this year although you're still on their calendar.

Cyndi:  Sunday was your 12th birthday.  Jan didn't have any money to buy you a present but she did do something special for you.

Merci:  Yes, the temperature dropped significantly Saturday night and it was 52F in here yesterday morning.  It warmed up enough for you to walk Jan in the afternoon but then it started back down toward freezing again.

Percy:  And we don't have our heat on yet.  Mr. Doug asked who was whimpering on the phone last evening.  Jan said it was you because you were cold and she was tearing the closet apart to get out the small electric heater so you wouldn't get sick.

Cyndi:  It doesn't help him any that Merci ripped the stuffing out of all the dog beds. (Dust Mites Exonerated)

Merci:  Don't blame me.  I don't control the weather.  I was just looking to see if Jan dropped any loose change in the beds so I could buy Buddy a sweater with velcro tabs for his birthday.

Percy:  Did you find any?

Merci:  No, Jan drops everything else, but I guess she keeps a tight grip on her change.

Cyndi:  Are you aware humans check around their couch cushions instead of destuffing their mattress to look for change?

Merci:  What can I say?  It was a long shot. At least Jan covered him with the hairy knit blankie you kitties were gifted a few years ago.  (Surprise from KC)  And he gets covered with his own blanket on the big bed at night.  He should survive until we get some heat.

Percy:  Here he comes.  All together now -

Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday dear Buddy.
Happy birthday to you.

We love you and are glad you are our brother.