I knew I was coming up on 4 years with the love of my life, but I’m ashamed to say that last night I realized I had missed the actual date (March 23rd). I can’t feel too bad, though, because the love of my life also missed it (unless one of his highly varied and operatic “MEOW!!”s was meant to be a reminder).

Dates aside, happy anniversary to my friend, my “something to love,” my entertainment. He meows, he chirps, he sings, he knows many, many words and phrases, he knows our routines, he lets me know when those routines are different (“MEOOOOOW!!”), and he pulls an endless variety of faces:



Unconvinced, with a side of disapproval.



Approving, yet tired.