We need a little background to set this up ...
The people the secretary goes to see when she goes away and leaves me at home by myself operate sort of a "branch office" for the Humane Society. I'm not really sure how many animals they've rescued over the years but it's a bunch.
Buster isn't even the latest, it just happens that he went home with one of the guys in the office who had never lived with a cat before. Doesn't take much of an excuse for a party anyway, so they decided the new pappa should have a proper baby shower.
Incidentally, Steve said he didn't have any special plans for the 4th - "Buster is fire cracker enough."
The guest of honor
Get yo' hand offa my stuff!
Party's over - one pooped kitty
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Buster all grown up - admiring his manly (and responsibly nutless) self - Way to go Steve!
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Anyway, now I guess you can see why a litter cake was appropriate.
The thing is tho, there really shouldn't be a need for special occasions like this. Unfortunately, until there isn't a new litter available on every corner, there will be. It's just too easy to throw away "mistakes."
I should know, I was one - of six.
My litter mates and I were turned over to a shelter when our mother was hit by a car. "Too much trouble." I'm one of the "lucky" statistics. There's no counting how many babies like Buster are dumped to fend for themselves.
I'm not going to go into a whole long speech about society's ills - not now anyway. (Check back, we're working on some special pages with suggestions for how everyone can do their little part to educate.)
But for now ... you didn't think I was going to leave that ham hogging this whole page did you?
My adorable self at 5 weeks
My first haircut
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