Awaken me when the songbirds return.
I reach forth with a trembling paw — the elusive Cat Grail within my grasp at last…
But alas, my invincible foe Sleepiness foils my knightly quest once more.
Forgive me friends, for my long silence.
I have been… busy. Very busy.
I may have lapped up a bit too much kitten ale last night. I would thank you to keep the curtains closed.
Today, dear friends, is the (estimated) six month celebration of my birth.
What does this mean? I am not certain! Am I no longer a huntskitten, but a huntsdolescent? Who can answer these important questions?
I gaze back upon this ancient image of myself slumbering peacefully before the Tumblr screen, wary of being suddenly awoken by the Machine of Constant Error Noises. My whiskers twitch of their own volition as I think to myself, “How much has changed!” Indeed — there is no way my derriere would fit on that table if I were to rest in the same position today.
But fear not, gentle friends. Newly voluminous hindquarters or not, my heroic adventures have only begun.
It’s my human’s birthday today!
I gave her lots of French kitten kisses this morning but she didn’t seem very enthused.
