Exciting news today! It’s Inkblot’s tenth birthday!
Sort of. We don’t really know when he was born, of course, but we brought him home from the Mission Viejo Animal Shelter on July 10, 1999. He was about two months old at the time, so I figure he was born on May 10. However, just as federal holidays all fall on a Monday, around here cat birthdays are observed on Friday. So today we celebrate!
But how? Good question. I could buy him a trout or something, but Inkblot is such a doofus he’d just ignore it. If it doesn’t come out of a can or a bag, he’s not interested. I could dress him up, but that’s a nonstarter too. So instead, he gets Friday Catblogging all to himself this week. His official portrait is below. Marian says it makes him look fat. I say: magnificent and visionary, gazing toward a prosperous future with a chicken in every pot and preheated blankets for all.
Bonus trivia: Inkblot shares his birthday with absurdly successful science fiction writer/blogger John Scalzi. In fact, if you convert human to cat years at the approved ratio of 4:1, they’ll be exactly the same age on Sunday. I think this means John should write a book about him.
