Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Happy Birthday, Cicero!

Yes, it's that time of year again. It's the time of year when we honor the Little Orange Furball of Death, Kitty Destructo, the Bastard Kitty. Or as I like to call him "My little ball of purring love". Yup, I'm talking about the Orange One: Cicero:

Cicero's 7th year of kittydom was rather uneventful, thankfully. He's been getting along with his brother, Oberon, much better since his testicle removal last January (let's just say we discovered that when he was neutered they didn't get everything). He's mellowed out quite a lot and now my boys are able to play with each other without getting into full on brawls and territorial wars.

The big news in Cicero world this year was that he had his first trip to the kitty-dentist. Not so fun of you're a little fur ball! Now I have to brush his teeth. Now Cicero can stand most harassing and mockery but he doesn't like me going anywhere near his teeth. So if anyone has any tips for kitty tooth brushing let me know!

He continues to think he owns the house. And pretty much, he does. I'm sorry that this year the best Cicero pictures were captured on cellphones (my husband has some really great ones, but I don't have access to them right now). If he knew it was his birthday, I don't know how he'd feel about being 8. That's sort of middle aged for a kitty. Makes me quite sad really since he still acts like a kitten. I wish him at least 8 more years of afternoons like this one:

That's his "Rub my belly!" position if you didn't know. :)