Easy Sunday: Celebrating My Ninth Birthday

My humans don't know exactly when my birthday is, but they were told when they got me in July 2003 that I was 1 1/2 years old. So they decided that my birthday would be January 1st, to make it easy to remember. But then they forgot yesterday (to be truthful, they didn't but they decided so much was going on with New Year's Day, and then coming home, to blog about it today.)

I thought it would be fun to show you three of the very earliest pictures of me taken with a digital camera, at the end of 2003/beginning of 2004. I look almost the same, don't I? The other cat in the last picture is my bro Rusty, who was here when I moved in, but ran suddenly to the Rainbow Bridge several years ago, before I started to blog. We were like a Mutt and Jeff couple. He was long and lean and I am more rounded and floofy-looking. As you can see, even then, I loved messy blankie, as did Rusty, and would lie on the dining room table when I got a chance.