Today is Katie's birthday. She's 15. Gee, in another year she'll be old enough to drive. Fortunately she associates the car with going to the vet, though, so it's unlikely she'll be trying to get a drivers license.
Then again, she might want to drive over and beat up![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Kate's birthday is only a guess, really. My coworkers back in Texas found her abandoned in the parking lot outside the store and I, being the stupid pushover that I am, took her to the vet on my lunch hour. She was a tiny thing and her eyes were still blue. The vet estimated her age at about 3 weeks, so I just took the date 3 weeks prior as her birthdate, which turned out to be June 16th. Thank goodness she was able to eat solid food. The vet was concerned that she might not be old enough and that I'd have to bottle feed her. Not a fun prospect, to be sure. The vet got a can of cat food and offered her some, and she tore right into it. Hungry little girl! For the first few years of her life, she'd bolt down her food, making little piggy snort noises while she did it. That first can of cat food the vet gave her was 9 Lives slice beef with gravy, which is what I've given her on her birthday every year since. She'll be getting a bowl of it this evening when I get home.
Then again, she might want to drive over and beat up
kubla_keetahn for looking at other girls.Kate's birthday is only a guess, really. My coworkers back in Texas found her abandoned in the parking lot outside the store and I, being the stupid pushover that I am, took her to the vet on my lunch hour. She was a tiny thing and her eyes were still blue. The vet estimated her age at about 3 weeks, so I just took the date 3 weeks prior as her birthdate, which turned out to be June 16th. Thank goodness she was able to eat solid food. The vet was concerned that she might not be old enough and that I'd have to bottle feed her. Not a fun prospect, to be sure. The vet got a can of cat food and offered her some, and she tore right into it. Hungry little girl! For the first few years of her life, she'd bolt down her food, making little piggy snort noises while she did it. That first can of cat food the vet gave her was 9 Lives slice beef with gravy, which is what I've given her on her birthday every year since. She'll be getting a bowl of it this evening when I get home.