Our beloved cat Mac turned 15 today. I adopted him in Chicago in September of 1995 when he was just eight weeks old. For a special treat we held a party for him today and he enjoyed his very first can of wet cat food. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, so I hope he doesn’t start rejecting the food he’s eaten for the last decade and a half. He may have lost an inch or two off of his vertical leap, but all things considered, he’s in phenomenal shape; most people are shocked when they learn his age. Happy birthday, old buddy.
the party starts rolling…
bopping their balloons…
in fine spirits…
Junie helping Mac blow out his candle…
Mac didn’t know what he was missing all these years…
and some photos from the vault. just a few weeks old…
with his old friend, Dottie…
noticeably better picture than the others—of course, taken by my sister Molly…
and in the wild. handsome fella…
2 comments:
ooh looks like a fun party! Happy Birthday to Lloyd's (or daddy's) "old friend Mac"!
Happy birthday Mac! You don't look a day past 10.
Love the picture of June helping Mac blow out the candle.
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