It's My Birthday! I'm 6

 Yep, Mom says my pawty is tonight and we are going for frozen yogurts. Yeah Baby!!! Let's take a walk down Memory Lane..

 Oldie but a goodie. My first night home snoozing with Dad. I was just an infant and didn't do much.

 But a couple of months later I started playing with toys.

 Still got tired pretty easily. The red thing was Pal. I played wif him for a year and then all the sudden one day I went psycho doggy on him and ripped him to shreds. Pooped out a whole ear. Mom wasn't impressed.

 Me in my "kitty cube". Complete with fur disco ball. I'm at the adolescent doofy stage here. My ears flipped forward for the longest time.

 Oh brother. These are embarrassing. Yes, Mom forced me to go to obedience school (what a joke, I'm a BT). I graduated with high honors..considering the chihuahuas in the class tried to bite everyone and the Min Pin well...come on, the kid never did a SINGLE thing he was supposed to. I think he is actually trying to growl at me in the pic below.

And now I enter into my 6th year of life with much better manners, a glaucoma'd eye, a pug sister who sticks to me like glue, a balding tail/nub), and Pawrents who think I hung the moon and baby me every day. Not bad. Could use more frozen Kongs though, just saying.

Kitty

Note from Mom: I can't believe Kitty is 6 already. We got her a month after we got married and she IS our baby. She has added so much to my life and marriage. I love every flaw and every fine quality about her because that is just Kitty.