Over the weekend, right after the challenge, my little daredevil, Koki, had her tenth birthday. It’s hard to believe I’ve had her that long. Time is flying by too fast. I can remember the day we found her all bloody behind my back tire.
I don’t know if any of you celebrate birthdays for your animals but I do because they’re my kids. Usually on birthdays, they get their favorite food. In Koki’s case, this is cheese, something she got used to when she had a broken jaw as a wee baby.
The vet sewed a baby button on her chin after he wired her jaw shut.
I thought this was amazing. I'd never seen anything like it before.
And I make them a birthday hat if it’s a momentous birthday, which ten qualifies for. Of course, Koki isn’t one to sit still for a picture of her in a hat so I made her a necklace instead. She didn’t particularly like that either, but I did manage to get a somewhat suitable pic.
Later I got to thinking I should have gotten out the wrapping paper and pretended to wrap a package because she loves to get into the curling ribbon and always lets me put it around her neck. I know this is because she thinks she’s really getting away with something.
Cats are so much like people in that regard. It’s a whole lot more fun to do something you aren’t supposed to than to do something you’re told to do.
Anyway, my daredevil feasted on cheese because it was her idea. I have to pretend I don’t notice her eating or she’ll leave the room. This is her way of staying in control of her situation, or so she thinks.
She has calmed down some but still does some daredevil feats if it crosses her mind.
Happy birthday baby girl. I hope I’m writing a post for your fifteenth birthday.