My dear sweet Fister, I love you more than ever!

You’ll be 12 years old tomorrow (20th) - that’s when John and and I decided you were born. We came back from our holiday in Spain on 26th and we could see that your mom had given birth - we just could not find you anywhere!! It took us three days to locate you... on a beam behind the dustbins of all places!

Your mom was such a trooper, she raised you well and chased any intruder away from YOUR yard. She even cornered a huge dog one time!

Fister, I’m so sorry I can’t spend all day with you tomorrow, but I’ll hurry home from my first day in the new job. Then, we will have a party with treats, lots of cuddles and catnip (from auntie Amberlee ) And there’s raw fish for you too. I may even have some empty cardboard boxes you can explore.

Although you have a few teeth missing now and have to take a pill on your Birthday you’ll go into your 12th year with shining clean teeth - and I promise I’ll look after you forever - I love you so much!