I still haven't quite forgiven him for that, but I am all in favor of him getting a birthday, because birthdays mean treats. Last night we got some real live fresh dead cow, courtesy of Mr. Cat Elmans, and today there were cans of Fancy Feast Medley. We never get that stuff! But because of his birthday, we each got an entire can.
He got a couple of toys, too, but all I cared about was the noms. Oh, and the fireplace thingy got turned on. That's been nice, too.
Happy Birthday, Buddah Pest.