When I found Eddy, the vet said he was twelve weeks old. so, I counted backward on a calendar twelve weeks…and somehow remembered the date wrong. However, June 6 has been observed as his birthday ever since.
And, today is his ninth June 6 since he was born.
Most of the time, he’s the world’s sweetest cat. He waits for me to settle in bed, then makes a nest between my legs. This evening, after I was out all day, he jumped into my lap to get his head rubbed. True, when he goes to the vet, or escapes outside (he’s an indoor-only cat (in spite of what he may tell you)), he reminds us that he is a subspecies of wild cat (felis silvestris). Still, he is sweet 8,763 out of 8,766 hours a year. Most people I know can’t claim that.