A Purim Birthday

This past Saturday we celebrated both Purim and a birthday, but they were completely unrelated to each other. In the morning we got up and listened to the story of Esther while we made hamantaschen together. Then we took some over to my dad's and had tea with him.

But before we left, a family member had a birthday that needed celebrating--his first, in fact. That would be Yo-Yo. I thought it would be cool if our Yo-Yo had the same birthday as the original Yo-Yo, but I googled his and it's in October.

We hugged our Yo-Yo and sang Happy Birthday (cha cha cha) to him and gave him a lovely bowl of tuna. He seemed to take his big day in stride. He is quite the sweetest cat ever. I call him "the golden retriever in a cat's body." He's gentle and lovable and playful but not annoying. He patiently lets the girls cart him all around. Joseph says, "There's something wrong with that cat. He doesn't seem to have a self-preservation instinct," which is quite possibly true since one day I caught him with his tail hanging over a lit candle, blissfully unaware that it was being singed.

His favorite activities are: eating, playing with what we call a Mardi Gras stick--a colorful cat toy courtesy Aunt Julie, sleeping, eating, watching birds out the window, eating, and trying to figure out that funny noise in the sink that happens while the dishwasher is running.

So, in honor of Yo-Yo, here are a few pictures. I'll have you know that I did not pose any of these; I just had the camera fortuitously nearby.

Here are Tuppence and Yo-Yo, also nicknamed Birdie-Boy and Sissy, also nicknamed Pick-n-Punch (because she picks on him, and he punches her). They are quite excited here that the patio door was open for the first time this year so they can watch the birds and squirrels not only in living color but also in surround sound. I nicknamed him Birdie-Boy because he loves to watch the birds but also because he doesn't ever meow; instead he makes a little chirping noise that sounds like a bird.

(Please ignore the bag of trash waiting to be taken out):

Here he is wedged between the glass and screen doors...

Clean laundry...

Under the kitchen sink behind the garbage can...

What a cutie...

Ready for tea...

And here he is enjoying his birthday tuna...

I could have taken a lot more--in the linen cupboard, inside the lazy Susan, on the windowsill, the hamper--He gets around.

Happy first birthday, Yo-Yo!