Dear Bowie and Cobain,
God, I remember how small you once were. And look at you now. No longer kittens that fit into the palm of my hand. I know I sound like some nostalgic parent when I say that but that’s actually kind of how I feel. A little silly maybe, but I don’t care much about that. You deserve that love.
Thank you for bringing life into our home. Wether that’s by your constant yapping when you’re playing with your ball or by tearing down our wallpaper every now and then. Thank you for blessing us with the loudest purring I have ever heard from a cat and also for destroying the plants in the process of taking down a fly. We know it’s not necessary to sing songs for you - that stuff doesn’t matter to you - but we did it anyway. It’s your first birthday only once and that should be celebrated.
I hope you enjoy the new stretching post we got you and I hope you enjoyed the extra treats. Happy birthday. I hope there will be many years to come.