Ummm . . .
I don’t know how to put this tactfully, so I’ll just come right out and say it:
You forgot Prudence’s birthday.
She turned one, if you care.
I wouldn’t mind so much, except she was really excited.
Now, I realize you don’t KNOW the date of Pru’s birth, but you might’ve dug around a little: made some calls, checked the records, looked up kitten birth announcements.
Oh, WE celebrated Pru’s birthday. Special food, lots of toys, extra catnip. I even pretended to accidentally drop a whole bag of pine nuts on my pine-nut-colored kitchen floor so she could “find” all the pine nuts. That was fun. Gus gave her an extra-thorough birthday bath with lots of ear nips and belly chomps. And she got phone calls from both grandmas.
But as the day came to an end and there were still no birthday wishes from all of Pru’s blogging friends . . .
. . . her tiny pink lower lip began to tremble. Her wee nose, the color of a watermelon Jolly Rancher, began to quiver. Her beady little eyes widened in disbelief.
I tried to explain to her that people are busy, and not everyone celebrates kittens’ first birthdays. I think she understood. And she may forgive you.
Or she may not.