Nick is 3 years old today, and I think he's had a good day. I sang "Happy Birthday" to him this morning, which he, perhaps, could have lived without. I did it while snuggling him, though, and that's something he HAS to have each morning. He got lots of nice birthday wishes via Facebook today as well, and tonight I cooked chicken and rice for his birthday dinner. Ok, the dinner was mostly for us, but Nick did have his own unseasoned chicken chunk and a bit of the rice on his own little plate. The chicken disappeared quickly, the rice not so much.
He wasn't a
tiny kitten when we brought him home two years ago, so I haven't noticed the changes in him as much as I have with Nate, but here's a picture from back then...
Look how small he looks sitting in the basket of the cat tree! Today he fills it to overflowing and it leans precariously.
And here's a recent photo, patiently awaiting a game of fetch with one of his many soccer balls.
Happy birthday sweet boy!
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