I got older on Wednesday. It was a bittersweet birthday.
On one hand, yay, it’s my birthday, I’m 24 years old now. On the other hand I was sick all week and I was really tired when I woke up. It was a really crazy workday at the school with non-stop phone ringing, door knocking, and full of stupid questions. When we finally made it home, I had to cook, so I was even more tired and felt even worst. But I got a cake! 🙂 It was a lemon cake, a cute little one and it was really delicious.
But as we finished our slice of cakes and called the little cats to come inside, only 3 came. Our favorite, Captain Furry lost that evening. He was playing outside with his siblings and probably he wondered out of our backyard. We searched and called out for him all night, but nothing. Next day we asked one of our neighbour if they saw him and they said they saw a little kitten hopping around, so I hope he’s somewhere around here and he’s alright, sadly we still didn’t find him!
So that was my bittersweet birthday…
Have you ever lost a kitten? Did you found him/her?