Happy birthday...to my cats.

I don't have much to say other than the fact that today I am celebrating the 1st birthday of my cats.

Yes, this does make me crazy. Yes, I realize that all who are reading this might view me in a slightly different light. No, I don't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. I love my cats. They are my children so they deserve the best.

I searched the internet trying to find a recipe for a cake that can be made out of materials suitable for a cats stomach. Unfortunately, they all contained fancy feast and garbage like that, too harsh for their little stomachs. Instead, I have opted to boil them some chicken breast and break it up into small pieces for them to enjoy with my sister's cat.

I'm a loser. I know. Re-reading this kind of makes me second guess the way I treat my cats but considering I don't plan on having kids I might as well focus that energy into something productive.

My cats are selfish and I've made them that way by insisting they sleep with me, and spoiling them with automatic laser toys (that thing rocks, I don't care what anyone says!) and cat nip.

Here's to Jonas and Katchoo. May they live long, spoiled lives and be as happy as I can make them!