Birthdays

Three years ago, while we were in Vermont, a small tiger-striped cat with enormous paws came up to us at the boat access area and convinced us to bring him all the way back to D.C. with us. At least that's how I remember it.



The funny thing is...there are never cats at the boat access area in Vermont. Another funny thing is that my grandfather, who built the cabin on the pond loved cats despite a nearly deadly allergy to them. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd somehow sent that big-pawed goofy cat to find us. Later, when we found out from the vet that he had likely been born that March, the girls wanted to give him a birthday. We decided on March 28th. Grampa's birthday.

Today Max is three. He's grown into a bit of a curmudgeon, but he still hasn't grown into his paws. Tonight we threw him a birthday party. I can only imagine what he wished for...though I suspect it has something to do with Phoebe.