The Continuing Adventures of Harry

 This idea of giving gifts, I'll never understand it.  Dad got Mom some really neat gifts and what does mom do?  She throws them on the floor. Beautiful, sturdy, brand new boxes, laid on the ground!  Shame on you mommy!  Bright shiny paper and gift wrap, also just laid on the floor!  Shame, shame, shame! That's actually not the confusing part.  What I really struggle to understand is dad's reaction.  He's smiling and happy.  I mean, to me, it is obvious mom ain't happy with the gifts since she just slid them on the floor and has been ignoring them ever since.   Yet, instead of being sad and disappointed with the gifts he got, dad seems content and pleased. I really don't understand these humans and their gift giving ideas. Oh well, I guess as long as they are happy, than so am I.  After all I've got brand new paper to tear up and new boxes to sleep in!  I wonder if their gift giving is actually just a way to give me gifts?...

I'm waiting!  That's right I'm waiting.  I'm so excited to show my mum what I've been up to.  Soon she'll walk through that door, walk upstairs, and I'll surprise her by singing Happy Birthday. Though at times, I think dad was losing patience with me.  I mean it's quite easy to confuse the words Happy Birthday with Happy Furday! Either way it's her birthday and I'll sing it the way these humans do it.  But if it was up to me, I'd be shouting from the roof tops, Happy Furday Mummy!!! All I can say is Purr, thank you Mum for loving me. Thank you for the food you bring, and for my squeaky things. Thank you for your friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. Thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with all the hair. Thank you for the things you do, Thank you Momma, I love you.