Loading ...My baby Bea is 8 years old today. Thank you bea for eight wonderful years of cuddly, furry, sometimes pointy and bitey love.
When Pi and I decided to expand our family (not in the crazy way he’s doing now, but in a more considered, Planned Parenthood kind of way), we decided to adopt from the local Cat Rescue shelter. There were several kittens available when we arrived at the shelter.
We looked at a little ginger kitten, but she was already taken. Then we saw a little white and grey-tabby kitten, but he was toooooooo sleepy. Then we saw a little black and white kitten, but he was toooooooooo spastic.
Then Bea stepped out into the hallway and winked at us. She gazed at us with such intelligence and knowing, that we realized she was juuuuuuuust right. She was just a baby then, with a little tiny body and a great big head. Now shes just the opposite, with a giant fat body and a little bitty head.
She’s been through everything with me the past eight years, and I love my Bea.
On this day in history, in 1492, my favorite pope (Alexander VI) was popalized. In 1929, Babe Ruth hit his 500th home run. In 1934 Alcatraz opened its gates to residents. In 1984 Ronald Reagan made his famous voicecheck: My fellow Americans, I’m pleased to tell you today that I’ve signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We begin bombing in five minutes. And in 1999, my little Bea was born.
She shares a birthday with Alex Haley, Enid Blyton, Jerry Falwell (!), and Princess Mabel. And on this day Wilfred the Hairy (also known as Wilfred of the Unfortunate Moniker) died. A whole bunch of Catholic feasts also happen on this day, but don’t they always?
For her birthday today, Bea slept, ate lots of treats, and got plenty of scritchins.
Buy me a beer!
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Oh! Big Bea with the bitty head! Happy Birthday.
My little Zelda had her 1st birthday on August 7th and could careless about it.
She didn’t want any scritchins, whe wanted to nap and harass her big sisters!
Happy Birthday to them all!
Happy Birthday Zelda!
Yeah, Bea gets scritchins every day. She doesn’t much care about her birthday, thats more human nonsense to her.But hey, its fun for me.
Happy B-day Bea!
Seeing her in that total relaxed position.. kind of reminds me of a cat near me. In the window all day and about the same body size
Happy Birthday, Bea! Sounds like you had a great birthday. Many happy returns. Love the photos.
And happy birthday to Zelda as well! Always lots of things going on in August!
Happy Belated Birthday Bea!
Bea, like you, almost everyone in my family has a birthday in August (Every single one of them is an earth sign — but not me. Nope. I’m an air sign. See how well we get along in my family?)
Yay for Bea!
Bea is a Leo, she’s not an earth sign. I guess your family was born in late August.
I’d never have a Virgo cat. I’ve had enough Virgo boyfriends to last me 9 lives. I don’t need Virgo cats.
Cleto is an Aquarius.
Now, Cleto has a fine sign!
And yes, all of my family were born in late August. My nephew just missed the Earth Sign mark and is also a Leo, but my father, my sister, my cousin, my uncle, my other cousin, and on and on and on are all Virgos.
All of them.
And my mother is a Capricorn.
They weigh me down with all their earthiness.
I want to fly like an eagle on the wings of Aquarian freedom!
The thing I like about us freedom minded Aquarians is that when we meet other freedom minded Aquarians, we think “There is no way that person is an Aquarius. He (or she) doesn’t act like an Aquarius should!”
Aquarians are always easy to spot because they’re always doing something weird.
I can always spot an Aries too. They either have a) big heads,or b) enormous eyes. Sometimes both.
And Cleto, by the way, wins the award for weirdest cat I’ve ever had. Weirder than Quiddity even. Cleto is definitely an aquarius. And it just figures an air-sign would be asthmatic. (or allergic to cat-hair, or whatever he is).
Quiddity!
I loved that cat.
Because he’d dump coat hangers on my head while I was trying to drive him to Athens.
Just like a cat not to enjoy being chauffeured around.
Chicken was an Aries. He had a big head.
And big other things.
I loved Quiddity. He was probably the first cat that I had that I loved.
Johnny Bill took two of quiddity’s children. Named them Maya and Flannery (after Maya Angelou and Flannery o’connor.) Called them May-may and Flan-flan. How gay is that?
And yes, I’ve seen pics of Chicken’s oversized parts.
I love the names of Johnny Bill’s cats. It is so him. And so gay.
As Ozzie said to him “I can understand having sex with men, but why do you have to be so gay.”
May-may and Flan-flan.
I’ll be laughing about that all day.
It is good! and I do believe Flan-flan was a boy.
Even better
Well I remember Johnny Bill asking me, “Flannery can be a boy’s name. Right? Right?”
Sure, JB, why not.
Tramadol….
Tramadol 180. Tramadol. Ultram tramadol….