This is Coco.
I waited. Patiently, I waited.
August 8th came and went. Z Girl, nowhere to be found.
No tuna cake. No tiara. No cat nip laced flowers. Nada.
August 8th was my 5th birthday, and I really thought that someone would have remembered. That someone of course would be Z Girl.
Last night, as she was playing with us she exclaimed, "Coco, you're 5!" Where are the balloons? The multiple laser lights for me to chase? Why are all of these cats still here in MY apartment?
Doesn't a girl turning 5 mean ANYTHING to anyone???
That's all... Coco Chanel, over and out...
Happy Belated Birthday to my beautiful little baby Coco. All 14 pounds of you and your gorgeous swirly coat.
Even though you can appear to be unfriendly, I know it's because you only want to be with me....and I love you for that!!!