Typing With Wet Paws: Birthday-ish Edition

Tails up, Storm Troopers! I’m Storm, you’re awesome and this is Typing With Wet Paws. This is a special week because it is the week we celebrate my birthday…ish. I was very young when I was born, and as Mama D, my first mom, said, I was born in “a house with a LOT of cats.” Anyway, nobody bothered to write down what day I was actually born and I can’t read calendars anyway (talk to me when they come out with catlendars) so we figure out what day we observe my birthday by figuring out the general vicinity. Where the humans finally landed was February 14th.

photo by Mama Anna

Mama D said I was two when Mama Anna and the rest of the fam met me, but Mama D also told Mama Anna about some super teenage-y behaviors I exhibited that didn’t add up to grownup lady cats. Also, I kept growing. If you look at pictures from when the fam first met me, and then pictures of me later, you can see I am bigger. So, by best guesses, February 14th seemed like the best fit. One, it’s Valentine’s Day, and two, it was also the observed birthday of Big Sister Skye, whose real birthday nobody knew, because Skye was born wild, and there are exactly zero calendars out there. I am happy to share my observed birthday with Big Sister Skye. It makes the day doubly special. Okay, triply, because of the whole Valentine thing. I get lots of cuddles and lots of love every day, but more on my birthday. I got gushy food from Papa (he is my gushy food guy) and belly rubs from Mama Anna. Aunt Linda tried to pick me up but that’s okay. I know she loves me. I hang out with her sometimes, and not only because my cat tree is in her room. I have a water bowl in there, too. Also a litterbox.

I should probably talk about Mama Anna at some point. She is crushing her Goodreads Challenge, being two books ahead of schedule, with eleven books read out of her goal of seventy-five. She is rethinking her reading journal setup, as she’s not sure she wants to have it start in the middle of a notebook she started to use for other things. Purr-sonally, I don’t care. I’ll sit on any of them.

Writing-wise, she is working on the very first love scene in her current book with Aunt Melva, Queen of Hearts. Writing love scenes is apparently a thing with romance writing humans (though some do not include such scenes and that is okay) and they are very concerned with getting them right. I would not know, as I am a maiden lady cat. I suppose there might be something Mama Anna might want to write a blog post about writing love scenes in contemporary versus historical romances. Also writing solo versus with a partner. Once again, I do not purr-sonally care. I can easily headbonk Mama Anna during any of those. Trust me, Storm Troopers, I do.

Headbonks!

Storm