I’d like to wish my brother Rocky a happy fourteenth birthday. I love him, I despise him, I hunt him, I bite his ears, I snuggle him. He was mom FOD’s first cat, and frankly, we’re surprised she got any more after him.
Happy Birthday, Rocky. You’re like my brother from another mother, except with the same adopted mother, and we even look alike, too. Except you have four legs but barely use them because you lie around all day.