Today is my big boy's 13th birthday. He was so active and so wild I never in my wildest dreams thought he would live to be this old. He burned the candle at both ends for the first 5 years of his life.

We got Ripley when he was 7 weeks old from a lady who's solid white Maine Coon had an accident litter. There were three kittens, two solid white females and Ripley, Hubby said a male only for some reason.

Okay, onto the pictures. I finally got a scanner so I can show what he looked like at 7 weeks old in April 1992.






Excuse my worn out sweatpants please.


At almost 10 months old, his first Christmas in 1992.

It was obvious we were going to have a big boy.

Two years old.


Aound 3 years old with his favorite plant.


Around 7 years old.


Today, at age 13.


Happy Birthday Ripley!!!!

I even made a siggy for him.