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.
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 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
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.
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.
The lengths I will go to for this cat.
Sometimes I just have to draw what the visions tell me.
Based on an actual conversation my cats had with my mother.
Look at these cats, could you deny them whatever kind of party they want?
You know who else likes parties? The Puppy!
I call this a party!