When my brother returned to his "lonely" one bedroom oasis in College Station last Friday, he took my favorite snot-nosed, ungrateful, no good, spoiled rotten, co-dependent kitten with him to keep him company. (A wise move, given that Layla is the intrusive equivalent of four roommates and a pack of large dogs. And no, I'm not even remotely kidding.)
I felt like the worst kitty momma ever as I stood back and watched her cry at the window as Trey drove away, and a thick layer of gloom has settled over this house now that Layla's not here to stir things up. She'll return to me one day, of course, but right now I am despondent. Boy, I hope that when I have occasionally obnoxious children I love them half as much as I love my frequently obnoxious cat.
Anyhoodle, I thought I'd share something with you, dear readers, so that we might all remember my child as she was--a holy terror with the greatest cat personality you've never seen. Behold! Battle of the Birthday Card:
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