This morning I woke up to my mom singing some happy birthday song to me. I don’t know what she’s talking about, but apparently I’m 7 years old today!
Aren’t there supposed to be presents somewhere if it’s my birthday? I didn’t see any this morning. I hope they know I want this awesome car!
It’s the OTO Ice Cream Truck for Cats!
Maybe I’m supposed to leave them presents!? No, mom would get mad.
What am I going to do to celebrate, you ask? I’ve already got my birthday suit on and I’m planning on alternating between sleeping and eating all day. If I feel like it, I might even try to investigate some leftover cake on the counter…if I’m not too sleepy.