Yes, that's a photo of the first photo of Mica that Mommy ever took, when he was just 6 weeks old and about as big as a minute. (This was in the pre-digital age...right around the Jurrasic age. If he'd been born a month earlier, this would probably be a cave painting)
And this is how Mica will most likely spend his birthday. Overdosing on catalogs and catnip.
(There was a nice tuna pate between the layers and it was iced in cream.)
Ever since he got his driver's license two years ago, Mica's been hankering for some wheels of his own. So I got him this customized Mica-Cooper (or the Mini-Pooper, as it has its own litterbox in the back!)
And from across the pond came this lovely royal decree from Eric and Otis!
Truly, it is a wonderful birthday for a cat worth his weight in solid-gold!