Happy Birthday, Jolee!

It's not really his birthday, but I'm going to call it his birthday because this is the day I adopted him one year ago. This is a picture of him in the shelter. They called him Mr. Bitey because, well, you can imagine. The attitude-y expression on his face is actually very him. He's come a long way in a year. Jolee is my first personal cat. I had cats growing up, but he is the first one I've had in my own apartment and taken care of by myself. I take being Jolee's person very seriously... because I'm his only person. He will tolerate being touched by other people, but they unnerve him and he tries to inch away. Whereas, with me, he will prowl around and headbutt me and smile his purring smile. So he truly is my cat. And this is his birthday. We'll say he's five. Who knows, he could be five. It's a nice round number. Happy birthday, my kittiest. May you strew balls of white fluff across the carpet for many, many years to come.