Oct 18, 2010
Ninja's Ninth Birthday Today!!!
How can that be?
It's his birthday.
As Queen, I told him he must deport himself in a manner proper for my Guard and main Royal Advisor. He didn't smile, didn't straighten up, didn't purr. But, he did put on a brave Ninja face.
He refused at first to tell me what's wrong. Why in the world is he depressed on his birthday. Finally, he swallowed his pride and confessed that he didn't consider another year older to be to his advantage. In fact, his retirement from his younger, lithe, muscular, martial artist days are over. He feels therefore his life is over.
He feels he's lost his value as a mancat. He said, even though he knew better, there is an old superstition that a cat's nine lives are up when he becomes nine years old!
I told him in no uncertain terms to straighten up and fly right. Suddenly he laughed and told me he would not be doing any ninja flying techniques ever again.
But, his laugh was light-hearted, and more accepting of himself and his situation.
I told him I was happy he was here, too.
"And best of all, I am happy to be here living with you and Spyder."
I gave him a nose kiss for that thoughtful remark and wished him a happy ninth birthday.