birthdays – Tails From the Backyard

My Dream Couple

“Little girl, move it over, I am 19 and me bones need the sunshine.” “Babe, I’m 5 now, I’ll soak up the sun and cuddle you, how’s that?” “Yes, yes. Whatever.” My fluffy son turned 19 this week and today is 3 years since I hijacked my girlfriend off the porch. I didn’t want himContinue reading “My Dream Couple”

Happy Sweet 16, Puppy!

Happy Sweet 16, Puppy. I love you and I’m so glad you trained me to be strong on all our walkies so I can carry you up the stairs now. Here’s to lots more walking around the driveway waving at the neighbors. I love you. 😘

The Kitten’s Lady

Happy birthday Nana-Ma, great-great-great grandma to The Kitten. The things they get up to in bed could be a series of its own but I settled for having a comic ready on time.

Fourteen O’Clock!

1. The Puppy is bustin' stuff up to get me to go walkies. She's standing on some pens, some drawings, and my shoe with my foot still in it. "Oh hey, it's fourteen o'clock and time to rock!" The Puppy yells happily. "My foot!" I yell. 2. The Puppy stands on the street wearing her coat, staring. A caption reads: "3 hours later." "No one I know is out here to wish me happy birthdays," the Puppy says. 3. The Puppy is lounging on the floor with the cats. In front of her are three bare plates. Off to the side is a bowl full of food. "...then what did you do?" Babycat asks, fascinated. "Oh, you know, I went up the hill, and across the street, and then I totally came home," the Puppy says, wagging her tail. "But doggie," The Kitten asks, looking up at her, "How come you eat cat food when you have your own food?" The Fluffy One tells him, "Eh, it is the way the sister has always done it."

Aww, Puppy, happy fourteen o’clock! I love you, tan tornado. Baby Yoda totally stole your look. And you totally stole my heart. And the dictionary. And Mum’s glasses and Nan’s audiobooks. I’m so glad you like cats. I guess it helps that you met the best cats ever when you were all the same size.Continue reading “Fourteen O’Clock!”

And Now For Something Completely Different.

I got my head stuck in a cupboard and couldn’t make it to London for the record number of people dressed as Gumbies, but you know I was there in spirit. Happy 50th, Monty Python. Thanks for making me laugh when bits of brain fell out of my head.

It Is Like The Present!

The Fluffy One loafs in the sun, musing that it is the birthday of the brothers. "The grass planted by bro is growing, I must water it!" He looks over at the bride cats and says, "The brothers had no secrets, why did he not tell me of the brides, eh?" He asks the brides, "What is it with you?" A heart-shaped leaf flutters down to the ground by The Fluffy One and he catches it. "Behold! It is the heart-shaped leaf! It is like my bro sent me the present!" Behind The Fluffy One, The Slinky One's spirit purrs in the sun.

If you think this is too much, look at what inspired it: The Fluffy One is 16 today. His bro should be, too. I need to believe he’s around his bro with some cat magic. He’s the sun on his back and the shadow on the ground. Happy birthday, my boys, mommy loves you.

The Puppy Is 13!

The Puppy Is 13! She’s as young and bouncy as the day I met her (in fact she’s more bouncy because the day I met her she was drugged and freaked out about who we were) and she keeps me alive with her PuppyPowers. Happy Birthday, Puppy, you make me live.

Just A Gigolo….

If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100thContinue reading “Just A Gigolo….”

Stay In School!

After my Poppy passed away, random young women came up to my Nan to tell her he made them go back to school. He was a big believer in not being a floosie. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t know what my cats are talking about, The Fluffy One has a strange dialect, after all.

Smell Those Girls!

Okay, so back in the ’80s when my Poppy would come home from his friend’s house, he’d say to our dog, “Smell those girls!” because his friend had a load of girl dogs. My Poppy would’ve been 100 this Friday so you’re getting some way out interpretations of some of his quotes.

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