Friday, February 13, 2009
Froot Bat Friday
It's been a rough week for the old froot bats. Every time I turn around, EG's (though he's blaming Hurl Grey) been trying to chomp them. I guess they're extra delicious-looking this week. He's gotten some good tastes, but there are no scars or boo boos or anything, which is a good thing. Mom's got my back and all (he's gotten in lots of trouble and even got a time out last night hehe), but she can't be everywhere all the time.
In other news, tomorrow is my 9th birthday. I'm pretty excited. It's pretty cool having a Gotcha Day and a birthday all in the same week. See, I picked Mom and Dad on February 10th. And the v-e-t said that I was about a year old at the time. Since I'm so pink and white, Mom decided that Valentine's Day would be a perfect birthday. So, here we are. Mom can't believe that I'm 9 years old already. She says that it seems like I just picked her and Dad. So anyway, the plans for tomorrow are lots and lots of cuddling and maybe a big, long nap. Hopefully, I'll score a present or a tasty treat or something.