Giving Thanks for Momma's Birthday

You'd think a birthday might earn some special treatment from one's cats - except when they're too busy being cats to realize it's one's birthday. Kat celebrated her birthday last week - the day before Thanksgiving ... here are just a few of the birthday "celebrations" she was treated to. What was your long Thanksgiving weekend like?



BC: Bear Cat Kat [handsome tabby cat]
EM: Ellie Mae Kat [black, gorgeously floofy cat]
MK: Momma Kat [Bear and Ellie's human Momma, named Kat]
The Boy: Momma's fiance

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Birthday celebrations ... with cats
Momma sits down on the floor to give the cats treats ...
MK: WHA?
{Both cats GASP!}
MK: EWW!
BC: Yuck!
EM: Eww! You sat on our food plate, Momma!
BC: I can see your butt print in our food!
EM: Well, not the ENTIRE butt print ... Momma's butt is  ... err ... more significant than the plate.
BC: I think this is what they call dinner and a show.
MK: Gross.
BC: I know!
MK: NO! Gross for me!
EM: Not as gross as it is for us!
MK: Happy birthday to me!
EM: Wait ... your idea of celebrating your birthday is to sit on our food plate?
MK: I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!
BC: Then again, in terms of birthday celebrations, sitting on a plate of food is MUCH less messy than Smellie jumping out of a cake.
EM: Cake?!?!
BC: FOCUS, Smellie! FOCUS!
EM: YUM! {To Momma} Your pants smell like tuna!
MK: ELLIE! Stop licking my pants!
BC: Now THERE'S something you don't hear every day.
EM: If it's not food, why are your pants made of yum?
MK: BECAUSE I SAT ON YOUR FOOD PLATE!
BC: You don't have to brag about it!
MK: I didn't do it on purpose!
EM: Then why did you do it?
BC: Yeah! When I barf on The Boy's pillow, I always say I didn't do it on purpose - but I'm lying!
MK: Why would I PURPOSELY sit in your wet food?
BC: Revenge!
MK: For what?
BC: The doughnut I sat on.
MK: I forgot about that!
BC: I didn't.
MK: Huh. Now I don't feel so bad.
BC: If you start licking every piece of kibble in my food bowl like I do when you get out a package of cookies ... I'll unleash a hell you can only imagine around here!
MK: EWW!
EM: EWW! Momma, you wouldn't lick our kibble, would you? That's something BEAR does so that I eat out of the OTHER food bowl!
MK: No, Ellie. I won't lick your kibble like Bear is careful to lick every single cookie in an open package.
EM: Wait ... Bear licks your cookies? Why can't I lick your cookies?
{The Boy walks in the front door}
MK: FOR PETE'S SAKE, NO ONE SHOULD BE LICKING MY COOKIES!
The Boy: Erm ... should I come back later? I seem to be interrupting something ... that I don't want to know about.
MK: NO!
EM: YES!
BC: YES!
The Boy: Okay.
EM: Momma sat on our wet food plate! I don't want it anymore!
The Boy: Was that the only open space she could sit on? You cats have so many toys and paper and boxes all over ...
BC: Who asked you?
EM: YEAH!
BC: {sniffing the smashed wet food} It still smells okay ... for being flat.
EM: What?
BC: {starting to eat} My-th foodth!
EM: Hey! That's my food too!
BC: You said you don't want it anymore!
EM: MOMMA!!!!


Goldilocks and The Bear ... aka Mommas can't win ... even on their birthdays.
MK: Okay, Bear. Time for your insulin shot.
BC: #@(# your (#@&%!!! I don't care if it's your *@&#))ing birthday!
MK: I'll be patient and just wait.
BC: Wait until the cows come home!
MK: ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽœ๐ŸŽ Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽœ๐ŸŽ
{Momma and Bear stare each other down as Momma continues to sing}
MK: Come on, Bear. It will only take me a few seconds.
BC: No.
EM: {GASP!!!!} Momma! How DARE you?!?
MK: Erm ... what?
EM: You're sitting in and ON my bed! That's MY bed! How could you do that to me?
MK: I'll be done in a minute! I have to give Bear his insulin shot.
BC: Ha. You won't be done any time soon!
MK: Pipe down. I'm prepared to ...
{Pause}
MK: SON OF A *ITCH!!! Remind me WHY I brush your teeth just so you can keep your teeth and maul me?
BC: I told you!
EM: MoooooooommmmmMA! That's my bed!
MK: Just wait a minute ...
EM: YOU'RE SMASHING MY BED!
BC: You did say her butt was more significant in size than the plate ...
MK: It'll be fine!
BC: You better move, Momma! You know how Smellie gets when she's mad!
MK: AHA! Insulin shot done!
BC: What? RATS!
MK: {getting up} There you go, Sm ... err ... I mean, Ellie!
EM: {jumping in the bed} You stretched out and smooshed my bed, Momma! I'm never going to be comfortable again!
MK: I guess I'll start calling you Goldilocks.
EM: Haha. VERY funny, Momma! I'm really mad at you!
{Pause as Ellie gets up from her smooshed and stretched bed}
EM: Since my bed is ruined, I'll have to take my nap on your hard printer. Hmph. Feel the burn of my back of disrespect.




Momma's favorite birthday gift (with a bit of catitude) ...
MK: OH. MY. GOODNESS!!!!
EM: Uh oh. Bear! Momma found your mess!
{Pause}
EM: Or your tasty whole chickens!
BC: {perking up} Tasty whole chickens?!?
MK: Bear's on the top perch of the cat tree! For so long, he wasn't jumping except to get in bed with me. And now he's climbing the cat tree again!
EM: So? I'm up there all the time!
MK: But it's BEAR up there! Happy birthday to me!
BC: It's all about YOU! You never mention OUR birthdays!
MK: I don't know your birthday, Bear. Only Ellie's. Do you want to celebrate HER birthday?
EM: YES!
BC: Never mind.
EM: HEY!
MK: Bear, you look uncomfortable!
BC: This cat bed is much smaller than it used to be!
EM: Yeah. I think Momma shrank it in the wash!
MK: RIGHT. It's the dryer's fault.
BC: Are you calling Smellie fat?
EM: What?!?!?
BC: Besides, I hear you and The Boy blaming the dryer for shrinking your clothes ALL THE TIME! And YOUR clothes shrink BETWEEN washings!
MK: I've got to take a few pictures of Bear on the top perch of the cat tree!
BC: And by a few, you mean a few hundred?
EM: BUT I'M UP THERE ALL! THE! TIME! And Momma never takes a picture of ME?!?!
BC: It's not attractive when your fat spills over the side of the perch.
EM: {screeching} WHAT?!?!?!?! WHAT. DID. YOU. JUST. SAY?!
BC: Momma was DEFINITELY calling you fat earlier.
EM: I'm not going to forget what you said! I'm not letting you off THAT easy this time, Bear!
BC: {looking annoyed} Haven't you taken enough pictures yet, woman?!?! I should charge by the shot!
EM: But I'm up there all the time and Momma never takes pictures of me!
BC: {thinking to himself} Maybe if I pretend Momma's not there, she'll go away.
{Pause as Momma continues to snap pictures of Bear}
BC: {thinking to himself} NO?!?!?! I should've known ignoring her won't make her quit.
{Momma moves around the cat tree to get a picture of Bear's face}
BC: IS NOTHING SACRED!?!?
EM: I'M. UP. THERE. ALL. THE. TIME. AND. NO. ONE. MAKES. A. BIG. DEAL. ABOUT. ME!!!


The icing on Momma's birthday cake ...
BC: {in Momma's arms ... in bed} I love you, Momma.
MK: I love you too, Bear.
BC: I don't like all the stuff you do to me, but I feel better afterward - so thank you, Momma.
MK: You're welcome. I can't deal with you being in pain. I'm glad between the new medicine and the pain medicine, you're back to being yourself - instead of hobbling around here with arthritis.
BC: But don't tell anyone I said thank you. I have street cred to uphold.
MK: Mum's the word.
BC: What word? Oh! A secret password?! Wait! Is this the password that will allow me to bask in the tastiness of my whole chickens?! I know my nirvana awaits ...
{Ellie howls}
BC:  Uh oh. Something's wrong with Smellie!
{More howling}
MK: I love you, Bear.
{More howling}
MK: Bear?
BC: I can barely hear anything over that howling!
MK: I love this time together we get each morning after The Boy leaves for work.
BC: I better go check on Smellie!
MK: But ...
BC: Sorry, Momma! I have to make sure Smellie's okay!
MK: I thought I came first? You don't love me more than Smell ... I mean, Ellie?
BC: It's just business, Momma. And besides, when The Boy moved in, I had to share YOU with HIM. Yuck.
MK: But it's my birthday! I want to snuggle with my Handsome Stripe-y Pants!
BC: {jumping off the bed} Too bad, Momma. Smellie needs me!
MK: Phht. So much for Happy Birthday!
EM: {out in the other room with Bear} You won't leave me alone, right, Bear? I get scared when I can't find my people.
BC: I won't leave you alone.
EM: Promise?
BC: Yes.
EM: You're not just saying that, are you?
BC: No.
EM: Because Momma says I shouldn't trust a thing you say.
BC: This is different - you're my little sisfur, and I have to protect you.
EM: Really? You LIKE me?
BC: Don't push it.
EM: So you don't want to ... umm ... snuggle?
BC: No.
EM: Oh. Okay. No biggie.


[The next day] What's Thanksgiving without a little begging?!
BC: Ummm ... did someone forget to tell me it's Thanksgiving Dinner time?!
The Boy: Stop begging.
BC: I'm not begging. I'm demanding. I'll take some of that turkey ... a bit of stuffing ... and gravy! Put it on a plate, thank you - I'll eat in my office.
The Boy: No.
BC: But you're busy figuring out what's on television! Surely you can spare some of your abundances with a starving kitty cat.
The Boy: You're not starving.
BC: Give me food, or I'm going to tell Momma that you gave me tons of food.
The Boy: Fine. Then you won't get any from me ... and you won't get any from her since she'll think you got tons of food from me.
{Silence as Bear thinks}
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: I hate you.
The Boy: You can sit there and stare at me for as long as you want. No food. Try your Momma when she comes back.
BC: Phht! Momma's tough! You let me outside to do my cat stuff and give me snacks ... Momma's just mean.
The Boy: She loves you and wants what's best for you.
BC: Good. Then she'll want you to fork over some of that turkey and gravy. Just a note ... but it would be best for you to give me some noms too.
MK: {seeing Bear on the ottoman staring The Boy down} BEAR!
BC: Erm ...
MK: GET DOWN and stop staring at The Boy begging for food!
BC: So much for Thanksgiving! Everyone is selfish! Well, I'm NOT thankful for either of you!
MK: Bear, stop staring at me.
BC: My stomach just rumbled! I'm hungry, and you have tons of food!
MK: No.
BC: Fine! I'll sit here and stare at you both until I get some food.
MK: Suit yourself.
{A half-hour passes ... dinner is over ... Momma and The Boy get up}
Five minutes later ...
MK: Haha! Bear tired himself out begging for food!
The Boy: Hahaha.
MK: He's snoring! 
The Boy: I guess he wasn't THAT hungry.
EM: Did someone say food?
MK: Uh oh.


In one of our next posts, we'll share a special birthday gift Momma got ... and the cats' reaction to this gift. In the meantime, here's a preview of the fun times:

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38 comments

  1. Who starved?? It was Thanksgiving!! Bear be a good boy for your momma!!

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    1. What does "good" mean? I mean, how bad do I actually have to be to not be good anymore? ~Bear Cat

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  2. Love seeing photos of you and Momma snuggled up together, Bear. So much love xx

    Happy Birthday, Momma Kat!

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  3. Happy birthday to your mum!
    Bear, you have let the cat out of the bag by admitting that you do care for Ellie really.

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    1. I never said I CARED about her. I just have to protect her from doing something stupid. Mostly. ~Bear Cat

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  4. Happy Birthday to your very special Momma! We're glad you made sure she had an entertaining day!

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  5. Happy Birthday to your Momma!! We know you'll make her day extra special.

    The Florida Furkids

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  6. Aww, so sweet between Momma and Bear and Bear and Ellie. We all knew Bear was a big softie. Hope Momma had a wonderful birthday and Thanksgiving!

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    1. Bear IS a big softie ... all that fat ... THAT'S why the cat bed doesn't seem as big as it used to! ~Ellie Mae

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  7. Happy Happy Birthday to your loving and devoted Momma....I hope you both made some biscuits on her lap.
    Hugs Cecilia

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    1. Thank you. Bear doesn't "do" biscuits - but I gave her several special dances! ~Ellie Mae

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  8. guyz....we dunno which waz funnier..."dinner and a movie" ore dad's asjing if "should I come back later "

    we hope yur momz birthday total lee rocked; manee happeez two her with manee happeez a head as well as a yeer filled with happeez N healtheez in 2021

    oh, and bear.....yur sekritz safe with uz dood ♥♥♥

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  9. We're glad your mom had a wonderful celebration ! Happy Birthday Momma Kat ! Purrs

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  10. Hope your mom had a purrfect birthday! I have a feeling spending it with her two precious fur babies and The Boy made it so.

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  11. Happy Belated Birthday to Momma Kat! We thought it was pretty cool when you were protecting your sister, Bear! :)

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    1. Thank you.
      I'm not really "protecting her" ... but someone has to make sure she doesn't hurt herself because she's too stupid to know better. ~Bear Cat

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  12. Happy Birthday to your wonderful Momma! XO

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  13. Happy belated birthday, Momma Kat! We are so grateful for you, and for your friendship. You are super special, and we hope your day was filled with love and happiness. XO

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  14. Wet food and cookies...erm...you guys know how to make birthdays 'interesting.' Best albeit belated birthday wishes to Momma Kat! ๐ŸŽ‰

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    1. Thank you! I'm not sure "interesting" is the word I'd use ;)

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  15. Pawkisses for a Happy Birthday to your mommaKat, BearCat and it looks like it was a special one, just like you are๐Ÿ˜ธPawkisses for a Happy Week ahead๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ’ž

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  16. Ok, was the staff sitting in your food one of those jokes, like Why did the tasty chicken cross the road and get run over? Mrs H often treads in my bowls, but what she doesn't know is that I move them to a strategic spot, optimised to cause maximum dispersal of the old food. That way I get fresh. Should try it sometime, Ellie.
    Purrs
    ERin
    PS. If you know why the tasty chicken crossed the road, please do mail Mrs Singh, the chair of the Road Safety committee.

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    1. I will have to try that! ~Ellie Mae
      ps - Bear would tell her the tasty whole chicken crossed the road to get in his belly.

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  17. AMARULA: Bear I have to tell you that I could barely even read your blog today!I just kept staring at those photos - ADORABLE!!! (manly but ADORABLE!!) I will have sweet dreams tonight!

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  18. Happy weekend, kitties! you look so adorable as usual!

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  19. Mama's boy or not...we have our own thing we commune about, you and me.

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    1. Our gorgeousness?!? Our stellar personalities? ~Bear Cat

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