We know Toby was born in June, because he was nine months old last March when we adopted him. I arbitrarily picked June third as his birthday because it was the same day of the month as mine, making it easy to remember.

Well, June 3 came this year and I was out of town–I missed his birthday! Fortunately, cats don’t really keep track. I did bring him presents Sunday: a new scratching post and a crinkle tube that he loves.

It’s a pretty dark photo, but I’m sure Toby likes how it makes him look more like a vicious hunter hiding in the jungle (tunnel).