Yesterday, my cat Scamp turned 1.
1's a big year. Of course, I spent most of it drooling and hitting myself in the face with rattles and here Scamp is stalking and killing deadly flies with Matrix-like jumps from chair to chair, but I don't think he means to brag.

Don't tell him, but I'm actually not sure if that's his birthday. I got him from the kennel when he was 6 weeks old, so I counted backwards, got to roughly the same week, and chose to go with Harry Potter's birthday.

So tell me. Does it make me crazier to buy a cat a birthday cake with his name on it, or to buy him a new bowtie for special occasions?
Because I did both. Enjoy!

Pictures of the Birthday Cat Celebration